Nivvy's Story Buffet

The sun is also a star, But we never look past his razor blades that grate my skin, The eyes they blind, The skin they paint, He’s melted my heart once more, Sent the fiery rays towards me, Dear girl dont let the diamonds leak from the crest, You do not deserve more, The sun is also a star, But I cannot shoot past my desires, He never listens to my wishes, The sun is a star, But it had crushed my dreams and dissolved it to mere fragments, Of imagination

Do I look like a poet? Does poetry seep through my veins, Stinging the tip of my tongue? Do I make you think of pretty sentences? Associate me with melodies of the storm, Do I look like art? Am I worthy of words, Worthy of your pigment in my life? Do I shine like my metaphors? Do you seek comfort in me? Am I your muse? Am I purely perfect? Or am I brutal, Am I hurtful, Do I remind you of the truth? Do I cry and yell like the thunderstorms? Do I remind you of what you hate the most? Do the ballads I sing sound more like the reprimands you run from, The burdens that chase you, Does my tongue kiss your soul with the sweetest of pleas, Do I make you shed tears as I plague your soul, Do you associate me with the winter sobs at noon, Do I feel like pain? Do my words make you bleed in black and white? Do I slay like my zeugmas, Do you run from reality? Am I your conscience? Am I cruelty in its best form?

  Perry left his home, off to school one bright morning. He was bright and bubbly as he walked out and hopped off his porch. Oh yes, who was Perry? Are you wondering that? Well, Perry is an 8-year-old boy on his way to school right now… now pay attention to the story! Perry actually didn’t walk to school, he rode there on his bike, he still used training wheels so his older sister, Jane joked that he rode a tricycle instead of a bike. Perry didn’t mind. Anyways, off Perry was to school, as he rode along the sidewalk with his sister riding behind him with her friend. Later on, Perry saw his friends and raced to them, leaving his slow sister behind him. His friends were called, Harry, Emma, and Asmeralda (NOT Esmeralda by the way and everyone calls her ‘Assy’). All his friends were quite different, it’s a wonder why they all became friends. Harry was sporty, silly, and bubbly, Emma loved sports as well and she was also a little stern. Assy loved arts and music. But most importantly ...