Edward Barbie Doll

She walked slowly through the isles of Smiths Market Place.  Her in-law was looking for an alarm clock, but she was looking for something much more.  Something she would never find.
One isle held an Edward Barbie Doll.
Shivers ran down her spine as she stared into the plastic.  Edward's eyes followed her swift movement.  Most girls would have picked him up and bought him right away.  She knew better.  Edward stalked Bella.  Bella stalked Edward and Jacob.  Why did people find Twilight so fascinating?
She did not want to look at the creepy barbie anymore.  She moved on.  Never again would she walk down that isle.  Never again would she set her eyes on anything related to Twilight.  Never again...
She moved out of the isle and caught up with her sister in-law.  A pain rose in her knee as she walked, but she ignored it.  She ran up and down more isles to find the alarm clock, but couldn't find one.  Finally, she asked a man with the worker's vest on.  He told her it was held where all of the other electronics were.  She raced her brother and sister in-law back to the front of the store, and stopped only to say "hey" to a friend from school.  Her brother beat her to the clocks, but she didn't care.  She was to busy hoping that the guy she liked would miraculously show up.
He never did.

Boyfriend's house. Pizza party. Not invited.

A young teenage girl sits with her boyfriend on a bench talking about having dinner on Saturday. They agree on going to the Pizza Factory then the boy walks her home. The day before the agreed dinner date, the girl's boyfriend cancels on her, saying that his family had other plans that he hadn't known about. This girl felt something was wrong, so she decided to drop off a plate of brownies to the boy's house. As she neared the door, she could her loud music, people laughing, and as she peeked through the window, she could see pizza, and a lot of kids from her school.  She felt betrayed, devastated, and hate even filled her mind.  But she can't hate him.  She already loves him too much to accuse him.  It could have been his parents who sent out the invites.  But his parents seemed to like her a lot more than his other friends!  Then she turned, noticed that his parent's car wasn't in the driveway, and the realization hit her, feeling like a load of bricks.

Erasure Poem

Poets have                          as much power                   missing as                       the page.
                a brilliant example                                                             of                        Greek
                            lyric                                     rolls                               has survived           ;
         fragments    indicate                 missing             cases,                                brackets
                                                                   can
put                                         a blizzard
        in                            existing                              words.
                                 a unique                                                                                  Report is
              compelling                                                                                                to the top
                   lists                                                                                               , its         account
             crowded    the mountain                that                  was obligated to
               graduate                                                                                                               with
                                         Editions
                                    .
the second      of                                                                            aim has      to
          adjust                              between                loss   and                                      the instruments of
              every page  with       black       obliterating                    save
                    Error                                                                         of                                    the
                                                         clouds                                 erased                .                   in
                                                              attacks,                           the
                          rage                 experienced              this changed world             .
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                      using                                                       a poet
        source                   .                                   run                  over any of
                                                   us
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                                                    teams
                                                          assembled                                to develop the
                                             project
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Football Texting: text poem

Ftbl tm1thr
game.they kld wld
cts.My cuzn oz me
mny.Idbt h wil pay
up.thts prbly wy
he hznt txt
me4wile.no1txts
me.I dnt
mnd.Txtng z cht
way2ask ppl
out.tlk2em

Black and White: text poem

Blk n wite,sum
sy,r nt colors n
dnt ad up.I no
btr.Blk n wite r da
base of color.If u
ad a crtn amnt of
color,u wil end up
w blk n wite.Do da math.Wrks
prfctly.

Never Hurt You

Each sunrise, at school, I dream.
I think of my life in the past.
How I feel like I'm smothered in cream,
But the feeling doesn't last.
To think of it now, I know,
I have never stolen your money,
And I've never broken your toe,
Not even when it was sunny.

I've never gossiped about you,
You are perfect, no mistake.
Still, I look, for my cue,
Or wait for this to be fake.
I would never glare your way,
Never set a trap,
Even if you will not stay,
I will never steal your baseball cap.

I have never said your name in vain,
Nor thought you as my enemy,
I've never made you suffer pain,
Nor killed you with a semi.
Every time I look, I love,
Your eyes so blue and daring,
If I could, I would, send a dove,
To tell you all good bearings.