Poem for class- I don't know if I like it or not :) Sorry I havent done anything in a long time... Working on a story! :)

She asked me,

“What is the meaning of life?”

I told her,

to look it up at the dictionary,

and chuckled a bit at my own joke.

But she did.

“The Meaning of life,”

she said, is,

“Human existence, relationships, or activities.”

She shrugged and her shoulders regarded me as if they didn’t care.

But then I thought about it,

the meaning of Life.

What does it mean to ME?

My head was a speeding train, not stopping.

Life is joy...

Life is happiness...

Life is pain...

Life is,

Life is,

Life is.

Life is so many things,

I came to a conclusion with.

It’s happy, sad, and messy.

I’m so sorry,

How are you feeling,

Are you okay?

These are questions I get all day,

How do you think I am I wonder,

with having my heart ripped out just to be,

put back together? But in a way like a puzzle,

when a little kid tries to smash two pieces together,

that just won’t fit. But they force it.

Into a picture that doesn’t make sense anymore


Thinking of making this a part of my book! Still working on it!

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I found this in my Google Docs, must have started it in 5th grade. It's not very well written, but I thought it was a interesting anyway. Here it is:



THE SAD TALES OF THREE VILLAGE GIRLS       I will tell you a tale of the village girls. Their story begins in the village of  Ahanahanna. This was a terrible village filled with thefts, and murders and people who would be best to stay away from. So, as i tell you that three Innocent, little girls were raised their, you would not believe me. But alas, it is true, and if you easily get scared or sad, i suggest that you put this book down right now. But it is too late, as you have already began, and once you begin, you cannot stop.

The three girls names were, Maria, Margery, and Hannah. Maria, the beautiful one of the group, with wispy blond hair, blue eyes, and high cheekbones. Margery, quite unattractive, but quite rich, all the girls were envious of her fine food and large, stunning house. And Hannah, with jet black hair, and dark, dead, grey eyes, was the smart one of the bunch. And she knew it resentfully. But with only three girls in the whole village, you are friends with everyone who will not try to kill, steal, or hurt you. So their were the three girls, oblivious to all the horrible things going on around them. These three girls, each got a diary from each of their mothers. The NMOH or, National Museum of History found these three journals and have made them public. Most of the entry's any way.... But I, have found the rest, and am here to share the truth about these three village girls.

Augest 13, 1845
Maria
Today, me Hannah and Margery went outside to play. It was a lovley day, with the skies blue, and the sun shining. So, as usual, Hannah ,made up our game, characters, and setting. but i didnt mind. hannah is very smart and always has fun games for us to play. this time, i was a frog and she was a princess and margery was  the witch. margery didn not seem to enjoy the game, but hannah couldnt stop playing it. even when her mother called her for supper, she didnt go, even when my mother called me for chores, she held onto my arm.  but as me and margery finally got away, we saw her kissing a large stone and takling to a tree.i still have that black bruise......

FORWAD 2 years.............................

Hey,
            I'm going to be posting stories/ story ideas on here so tell me what you think!!

XOXO bella