yeah... for Creative Writing, I had to write a love poem. I don't like anybody in that way (right now, at least) so I ended up writing mine about Kowalski. It's a free-verse poem, so it doesn't rhyme, but... yeah.
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word u say
too many variables and equations
but I love it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as u experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
u are meer careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
of make a fool of yourself
door making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word u say
too many variables and equations
but I love it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as u experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
u are meer careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
of make a fool of yourself
door making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
This is my first fan fiction. Hope u enjoy it! Oh, and if u were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home pagina could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt of a grocery store. Still, the only good food I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The uithangbord belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my home pagina could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt of a grocery store. Still, the only good food I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The uithangbord belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
