Peom

Jamaris....jamaris is the name
for that my mother and father is to blame
To me it means to conquer all pain
To me it means fighting for what I want , taking the fame
The day of my birth June 9th 99'
Is better than his and yours combined
Some say I'm as dark as night
But the real me comes out in the light
All my nicknames from my past
I used them all but they left a cast
On my hopes and dreams that's moving fast.
But this unique name isn't ghetto or nice
My name is an angel taking flight
Hearing my name is like sun shine after 30 days of rain
and for those who don't like me they are the ones to blame
Jamaris, part means joy part means mud
Saying my name Is earth crying joy till it floods
I use the will of a warrior a will of my own
When I make up my mind the gates has flown
And this reason of this Is because of my name
Jamaris is great, the biggest flame.
Pride in who I am is what I represent.
To help others and be the best I can is why I was sent

I have been put together out paper and glue and my objective of life was to beated with a stick by young children. Everyonce in a while a old drunk would try to live his young days again and Beat me and people like me senseless.  Day by day, brother by brother , they would fall to the superior life. My heart drops as I see a mother looking for the perfect one. I'm nervous, I'm scared and as my brother so taken a sign on relief fills my gut. But today I wouldn't be so lucky. Today I was choosen to be the new batting practice for the family. The magnitude of the pain in my heart grows fast as I reach the home. The father hangs me in a tree as kids my size run out in laughter. I am choking,dying but can't do anything about it. I try to slip free but I have no limps. Kids swing and swing the pain I can not bear. As I bruise and scar the kids laugh at my pain and take turns knocking me crazy. Till finally my insides of sweet goodness fall to the floor. Kid after kid diving for my soul eating it piece by piece , like animals. My end is in a dumpster

Never would i ever

There are things in my life that I wouldn't ever think of doing. Things that just scare the living poop out of me. One that I would never do is go skydiving. I would rather  go to school for the rest of my life than jump out of a plane 50,000 feet in the air. I adhor planes first off, and second the parachute may not work. If the chute dont work I'm going to die. Sitting up in the sky falling knowing that there is a possibility that in about 25 seconds I could be a pancake doesn't make me happy. Also to add on to the skydiving. Today I heard a story on how a chute didn't deploy and how a stranger risked his life for another. Not all people are like that. I bet some instructors would be like if" I die you dying with me". Trying to kill us both.. All I can say is I don't want my fate to be a splattered fly. Another things that I would never do is.
1.  Stay in a haunted area by myself
2. Go to Michigan university. Yuck.

Mega and the little boy

Megan was going out to collect firewood because the lamp she had was dying soon and she needed something to keep her warm for the long night of head of her. The light is dying fast and she needs to get the wood now. As she walks, she hears howls and foot steps behind her. She hears screams and cries from behind. She runs, her heart is pumping through her chest. She gets back to the stop of where she left her brother, he wasn't there anymore. There, on the scene there was a sign of a struggle. There were foot prints in the opposite way we came and there were hand prints. His lamp was on the ground and tears ran from his eyes.

     If I had to live my life as a deckhand or a librarian. I would choose to be a librarian. I feel the life of a deckhand is not my cup of tea. Neither is librarian but i do believe i will have a better life in a big college than a big ship. Why? Because being a librarian at a prestigous college I would get paid a lot more than if I were to work on a ship. i would have a less chance of getting diseases like measles or others like that. Also being a librarian I can still have women around me. Being a deckhand the only women  i will be around could possibly be the captain of the ship. Being a deckhand for the rest of my life would not be very fun when I'm 85 years of age. I don't want a old rusted pipe to be my cane. I feel being a librarian is not for me but is better than living on a dirty ship for the rest of my natural right.