Jealousy

dog

by
Valerie Worth

Under a maple tree
The dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Tongue, yawns,
Rests his long chin
Carefully between
Front paws;
Looks up, alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
Blinks, rolls
On his side, Sighs, closes
His eyes:sleeps
All afternoon
In his loose skin.

Jealousy. I had a dog. Once. This poem makes me wish that I still had my best friend and dog. The simple life of a dog. The loyalty a dog gives to you. It also makes me wish for long summer days where you can be lazy and lie down "under a maple tree" or "sleep all afternoon" with my dog. I am jealous that I don't have a dog.

The Moon

Here's a question. Why do people claim these facts about the center of the earth if no one has ever been there? How do people claim these facts about the sun when again no one has ever been there? How do people know all these 'facts' that they say they can prove but have never seen with their own eyes before? How do they know how hot the sun is? Did someone go up to it with a thermometer? Well I guess I should just trust them because they are scientists.

Space Camp

If you were to ask me when I was a little kid what I wanted to be when I grew up I would've said a police officer like my dad. Now that is probably not the case. 8th grade I wanted to be a lawyer. 9th grade I wanted to be a musician. 10th grade I planned on moving to San Diego and becoming a bum on the beach. 11th grade I was going to become a physical therapist. 12th grade and what do I want to do with my life? Who knows, I finally figured out something important. It doesn't matter. I'm going to do what I love. Whether that happens to be a police officer or a clown at a birthday party. I am going to do what I want.

Quiet

Isn't it funny how just because I show up to school late everyday and I don't talk to anyone people probably think I am shy or unsocial or a jerk. But outside of school I am one of the most social loveable people you'll meet. Sure I do a lot of stupid stuff but that's what being young is for. Just because I'm quiet doesn't mean I'm unsocial or not a fun person. All you have to do is get to know me.

Fears

What am I afraid of. On the outside, nothing. On the inside, everything.

Cool Kids

Cool kids. This ones to you. You all think you are so cool, you're 'popular', you're better than everyone else, you think you're untouchable. Well guess what you got a group of friends who all just want everyone to think they are cool. Well you all look retarded. Get really loud at lunch and don't talk to anyone who isn't in your popular crew. No one thinks you are cool. It's people like you who make kids feel like crap. Hope all of you cool kids who think you are untouchable are ready for the real world where you aren't the cool kid anymore. It's going to be a big change.

Bricks

So what are bricks good for? Anything you can think of. Smashing things, stacking, balloon weight. But who honestly cares? I sure don't care if a brick is good at holding balloons down. When I think of this post I don't think we are really talking about bricks. I think we need to stop thinking with our heads. Start thinking with our hearts. If you want to be good at something or if you want to be creative or whatever you want to be your head will give you reasons why you can't or why you shouldn't. Your heart will only push you to what you want to become. Well this had nothing to do with bricks but like I said earlier who cares.