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It Might Be Poison

There was a chance it might be poison.

This burning thing in the middle of her chest,

Slowly taking over and choking her to death.

It happened when she looked at him.

At his dark eyes and charming smile.

When he was gone, she was no longer dying.

But sometimes, she wished that she was.

Rain

Rain is falling, staining pavement

All around, colors wet and vibrant

I stare in wonder at the heavy drops

Nearly missing the rainbow at the end

The Video Chat

     "Toby, you've been in that lab for almost two days!" Cliff complained to his friend.
     She looked at him through bleary, sleep deprived eyes. "But the science!" she whined childishly. "All of the toys!"
     "Don't make me get Owen," he warned her. They both new it was an empty threat.
     Toby smirked. "Who do you think let me down here, you dink?"
     "Your AI? Seriously, Tobe, you can't spend so much of your time with absolutely no human contact. It's both unnatural and eccentric, and not to mention very unhealthy."
     "You're a human, and we're having contact."
     "This is a video chat!"

On The Subject of Fanfiction

Hello, fellow nerds of the internet! I just wanted you guys to know that I have a Fanfiction account and a Fictionpress account, and I'm going to be posting a link to my pages down bellow. :) Some of the stuff isn't amazing, but it's fun, and I enjoy it. I hope you all like what I've written.

The Writer Es(FF)
The Writer Es (FP)

You're Late

“You’re late”

I blink my eyes in shock. “I’m sorry, what?”

The stuffed rabbit looks at me sternly. “You’re late.” He repeats. “As in, not on time.”

            “I, I know what late means, but I don’t know what I’m late for.” I try to explain. “You wouldn’t mind telling me, would you?”

            “Yes, yes we would mind.” A different voice replies. “You’re being very rude.” The voice turns out to belong to a small green frog with a French accent.

            “Oh, don’t be so harsh on the child.” an old woman says. She is very beautiful, with has laugh lines on her face and very long, shimmering white hair in which she wears in a golden circlet like a tiara.

            “I’ll do what I want,” a raggedy white stuffed dog says indignantly, “she forgot all about us!”

            “I’m sorry, who are you, um, people?” At the annoyed looks from the animals, I add, “Sorry, animals.”

            The dog gives me the smallest of smiles. “S’all right.” she says. “Let us get reacquainted, then.” She nods to the rabbit, which sighs.

            “All right, then. The name’s Rabbit. Bunny Rabbit.” He gestures to the frog to speak.

            “I should not have to introduce myself!” He yelps. “I am a prince!”

            I start to laugh. “I remember you! Jean Bob, right? From that show I used to watch as a kid? Um, Swan Princess, right?”

            Jean Bob nods gratefully. “See, see? She remembers me because I am important!”

            I start to reply, but don’t. If I recall correctly, nothing can get through that thick skull of his.

            The old woman smiles fondly at me. “I am Princess Irene.” She says regally. Oh. That explains the crown, then.

            The dog looks at me. “I’m Oddball. You named me after the white Dalmatian puppy from the movie.”

            I frown in concentration. “I named you… OH! Now I remember you guys!” I point to Oddball and Rabbit. “You two were my favorite stuffed animals as a kid, and you two-“ here I point to Jean Bob and Irene “-were from the two movies I watched the most. You’re my childhood memories!”

            They all nod, but now I can feel myself being pulled away from then. I’m about to call out, but suddenly-

            I open my eyes with a jolt. Stretching, I get out of bed and head downstairs where my mom was making breakfast.

            “How’d you sleep?” She asks me.

            I yawn. “I had the weirdest dream last night.” I tell her.

            “Hmm? What about?”

            I scrunch up my face in thought. “I have absolutely no idea.”

Helium Balloons

Latex bulging, stretching thin,

Giggles lighter than air,

Lips sucking cold air from within

Sipping away with no care

No cares in a young world

Air is slipping fast,

Through the nose it goes

Hilarity does not last,

The Mick-Mouse sound

Returns to the norm

Suddenly, an idea

A GENIUS idea,

Forms in one’s mind

To plug her nose

No air may escape now!

Bad idea, there

Eyes roll back into head,

CONK! On the bench it hits!

She freaks when she sees the blood.

Some superglue, and she’s fine.

Helium balloons pass by me,

I laugh now

At the memory

No long-term effects

She swam in a lake the next day

Pillow Talk

I know you, and you know me

I’m your pillow, you see!

I know your hopes and dreams,

I know your fears and tears.

I’ve been with you for as long as you know

I’ve watched you grow, and

Everything changed when you grew older,

And I remained the same

Sure, I have new clothes,

But I haven’t been replaced

And now I’m growing old,

You take comfort in me no longer

You say I’m lumpy and have no shape

And now this new guy
Is taking my place

Life is a Maze

Life is maze,

With twists and turns waiting around every corner,

Leading you on blindly

You get lost, and find yourself once more,

But when you get to the end, happiness awaits

Women in the Garden

This poem was written as part of my English assignment, but I liked it. Enjoy!

I see the women in the garden

Grouped together in the shade,

Surrounded by the grass and trees,

Seeking refuge from the streaming light

The smell of hot, dry dirt fills my nose

The warmth of the sun caresses my face