My master doesn't like me. I can't imagine why...I always do what he asks me to do. Why can't I not get him to love me? "COME BACK HERE!" Slashing me with that wiggly killing snake. It leaves me burned and open wounded. I kill his birds he wanted. But i get beat everynight...i want to die. GO AWAY don't hurt me. Don't throw me. I love you dear owner, why don't you love me too?
First I'm watching sad animal videos. Then I come on here to forget about cruel people being mean to animals. Goodness gracious Jordyn, you're going to make me cry!
There have been times when I am flipping channels and I see the Animal Abuse video, yes it can be quite annoying, but this gives an insight into what may be going through our pet's minds. People honestly need to understand that pets are work and all they really want is for someone to love them.
I see things...things that I don't know what to make of. That planet, coated with colors of blue and green, spins, changing its view as if that one it had wasn't good enough. Am I not good enough for you? Do i not provide the necessary elements that you need? Where have I gone wrong? I just want to be loved again.
I'm trampled on, deformed, and scarred for life. Bu I still support you. I drown all day everyday, and suffocate on what you emit. But I'm still here. I think I'm beautiful, necessary, mysterious. I watch you destroy one another, the evil walk on my head and the good hug me. I am everything that you need, I stick with you. Just remember, I could implode, die, or expand when I want. I am the earth, and you are my dandruff.
I've lived so many lives, seen the ages come and go. I don't see my point. I'm past down from master to master, from collector to collector. And why? Because I'm the only one of my kind? I don't care about that. I want to do more than be sold five times a year. I want a purpous. I want to be real, because I am not. I'm ONLY an idea.
I've lived lies. Spoke no truth. Its sad and depressing. I wish to shine as a bright as the sun, but I don't have that ability.. Which is sad and depressing.
I am only seen for a certain amount of time. i shine bright but yet no one notices. i am yet but a small ball of fire wanting to be bigger and shine brighter than ever before. i am all but a small ball of gas in the air.
You're grip slips on me and you squeeze tighter. It hurts when you scrape me against the parchment. Then i slip and fall and my tip breaks. I'm dead, until you sharpen me again and save me.
Humans are so two-faced. They are nice to your face, but in reality, they treat you like poo. They call me the porcelain thrown, but really they treat me like I'm a dumping ground for their waste. But actions speak louder than words! Excuses are like butt cracks: everyone has one, but they all stink. Trust me, with all the crap I take from people, I would know. Treat your toilets with respect please
An anthem sings as the white figure parades down the hall, her footsteps eager while the clammy palms clutching me reveal her nervous state. Smiles from about on both sides of the room, an excited man trying his best to wait patiently down at another end of the hall. This is a moment that would never be forgotten, along with the red tips of my tops as I will be flung into the air, only for the process of enchantment to start all over again.
Without my existence, I could not say say this, you could not say this. It is I who recorded history. I proudly splay across the graves of the fallen, the documents of the fearless, and the journals of the shy. I'm scribbled across shreds of cardboard silently screaming for those who cannot. I am carefully constructed on the banners of the reckless, and the plaques of the successful. I am vulgar, I am illegal, I am powerful, I am justice, and I demand attention. Word.
I love the attetion I get. The constant wave of new admirers makes the tweaking worthwhile. The pruning and twisting. Afterwards, they'll all sway to my heartbeat. Few do grace their attetion on me, most eyes have been directed towards that one that controls my life. But as long as I get my humble spotlight again,
Nobody wants me here. Everything around is disgusted with my presence. The flowers in the garden are flowers and I am just like them. When I try to go near them, I am instantly moved and thrown into the trash. I may not be exactly like the stuck-up roses or the "gorgeous" lilies, but I am NOT a weed.
Why does this person stare at me? Everyday, they access my brain and look through my giant eye right into everything I think. They control me, show me things I can never forget, to be permanently engraved within my memory. It's only when the lights go out do I rest for the day, no longer needing to breathe heavily every few minutes; no more eyes watching into my innards. It's now just me, and me alone. That is, until I'm forced to power back on again the next morning.
From the grasp of the ground, an the breath of the branches, all the world became forth an unforgettable memory of my roots. As tall and fearsome as one grows, I will out last only you twice. I am forever your heaven towering below your feet.
I am getting older and soon they will cut me down. But for now I will tell you my side of the story. So here it is I used to be young and small. No one every noticed me and that was okay. I would just stand there in the ground wondering why I was in this world. Then it hit me I was here to help people stay alive. Now I'm too old to do that and they will cut me down. Take samples from me to see when it last rained. Count the rings on my trunk. Then chop me up like I was nothing to them.
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ReplyDeleteI can't access it from my computer :(
Deletenever mind! This was stupendous. And fiercely creative.
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DeleteIt won't let me see it
DeleteMy master doesn't like me. I can't imagine why...I always do what he asks me to do. Why can't I not get him to love me?
ReplyDelete"COME BACK HERE!" Slashing me with that wiggly killing snake.
It leaves me burned and open wounded.
I kill his birds he wanted. But i get beat everynight...i want to die. GO AWAY don't hurt me.
Don't throw me.
I love you dear owner, why don't you love me too?
That's depressing. I don't understand how people can abuse animals and feel nothing.
DeleteFirst I'm watching sad animal videos. Then I come on here to forget about cruel people being mean to animals. Goodness gracious Jordyn, you're going to make me cry!
DeleteThere have been times when I am flipping channels and I see the Animal Abuse video, yes it can be quite annoying, but this gives an insight into what may be going through our pet's minds. People honestly need to understand that pets are work and all they really want is for someone to love them.
DeleteThis is sooooooooo sad
DeleteI see things...things that I don't know what to make of. That planet, coated with colors of blue and green, spins, changing its view as if that one it had wasn't good enough.
ReplyDeleteAm I not good enough for you? Do i not provide the necessary elements that you need? Where have I gone wrong? I just want to be loved again.
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DeleteIf your God that is really amazing! It's amazing either way but i really like the perspective.
DeleteI'm trampled on, deformed, and scarred for life. Bu I still support you. I drown all day everyday, and suffocate on what you emit. But I'm still here. I think I'm beautiful, necessary, mysterious. I watch you destroy one another, the evil walk on my head and the good hug me. I am everything that you need, I stick with you. Just remember, I could implode, die, or expand when I want. I am the earth, and you are my dandruff.
ReplyDeleteI've lived so many lives, seen the ages come and go. I don't see my point. I'm past down from master to master, from collector to collector. And why? Because I'm the only one of my kind? I don't care about that. I want to do more than be sold five times a year. I want a purpous. I want to be real, because I am not. I'm ONLY an idea.
ReplyDeleteJeez Kevin, this is sweet!
DeleteI've lived lies. Spoke no truth. Its sad and depressing. I wish to shine as a bright as the sun, but I don't have that ability.. Which is sad and depressing.
ReplyDeleteI am only seen for a certain amount of time. i shine bright but yet no one notices. i am yet but a small ball of fire wanting to be bigger and shine brighter than ever before. i am all but a small ball of gas in the air.
ReplyDeleteYou're grip slips on me and you squeeze tighter. It hurts when you scrape me against the parchment. Then i slip and fall and my tip breaks. I'm dead, until you sharpen me again and save me.
ReplyDeleteHumans are so two-faced. They are nice to your face, but in reality, they treat you like poo. They call me the porcelain thrown, but really they treat me like I'm a dumping ground for their waste. But actions speak louder than words! Excuses are like butt cracks: everyone has one, but they all stink. Trust me, with all the crap I take from people, I would know. Treat your toilets with respect please
ReplyDelete^^^ dying
DeleteThis is awesome. I don't know whether to cry or laugh
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DeleteAn anthem sings as the white figure parades down the hall, her footsteps eager while the clammy palms clutching me reveal her nervous state. Smiles from about on both sides of the room, an excited man trying his best to wait patiently down at another end of the hall. This is a moment that would never be forgotten, along with the red tips of my tops as I will be flung into the air, only for the process of enchantment to start all over again.
ReplyDeleteWithout my existence, I could not say say this, you could not say this. It is I who recorded history. I proudly splay across the graves of the fallen, the documents of the fearless, and the journals of the shy. I'm scribbled across shreds of cardboard silently screaming for those who cannot. I am carefully constructed on the banners of the reckless, and the plaques of the successful. I am vulgar, I am illegal, I am powerful, I am justice, and I demand attention. Word.
ReplyDeleteI love the attetion I get. The constant wave of new admirers makes the tweaking worthwhile. The pruning and twisting. Afterwards, they'll all sway to my heartbeat.
ReplyDeleteFew do grace their attetion on me, most eyes have been directed towards that one that controls my life. But as long as I get my humble spotlight again,
Known as one thing,
ReplyDeleteCharacterized as another.
Thought of as nothing,
When really I am something.
Because without me,
You're nothing.
Nobody wants me here. Everything around is disgusted with my presence. The flowers in the garden are flowers and I am just like them. When I try to go near them, I am instantly moved and thrown into the trash. I may not be exactly like the stuck-up roses or the "gorgeous" lilies, but I am NOT a weed.
ReplyDeleteWhy does this person stare at me? Everyday, they access my brain and look through my giant eye right into everything I think. They control me, show me things I can never forget, to be permanently engraved within my memory. It's only when the lights go out do I rest for the day, no longer needing to breathe heavily every few minutes; no more eyes watching into my innards. It's now just me, and me alone. That is, until I'm forced to power back on again the next morning.
ReplyDeleteFrom the grasp of the ground, an the breath of the branches, all the world became forth an unforgettable memory of my roots. As tall and fearsome as one grows, I will out last only you twice. I am forever your heaven towering below your feet.
ReplyDeleteYou are such a great writer.
DeleteI am getting older and soon they will cut me down. But for now I will tell you my side of the story. So here it is I used to be young and small. No one every noticed me and that was okay. I would just stand there in the ground wondering why I was in this world. Then it hit me I was here to help people stay alive. Now I'm too old to do that and they will cut me down. Take samples from me to see when it last rained. Count the rings on my trunk. Then chop me up like I was nothing to them.
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