Outside My House

whenever I step out into this picture the smell that runs into my nose is dist, wood, and animals. I open my mouth for a breath and dirt touches my tongue from the wind. Distracting me from the awful taste is the sound of turkeys flocking in the field, birds in the air, and the whistling of the wind. Bracing myself, I feel the cold wind hit my face. Takiing all my senses in, I stop to observe the turkeys, trees, rocks, grass, dirt and the fence that seperates me and these things.

I Am poem

I am outgoing and happy
I wonder who i'll marry
I hear voices
I see colors
I want lots of money
I am outgoing and happy

I pretend im in a music videos in my head
I feel like I will fly one day
I touch clouds
I worry about the economy in 10 years
I cry when someone dies
I am outgoing and happy

I understand Facebook
I say be honest
I dream of being in a Harry Potter movie
I try to be the best
I hope for a great life
I am outgoing and happy