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Friday, July 31, 2009. IMAGINE YOU ARE THE LONER BOY, WRITE A POEM, TO EXPRESS HOW YOU MIGHT FEEL AND WHAT YOU MIGHT BE THINKING, AS THE LONER BOY. I lean against the wall,. Who apparently is the only one that is willing to be my friend,. The other children are playing and laughing with one another,. I smack my hands on the wall,. Bored, rejected, lonely. The playground is filled with life and laughter,. Misunderstandings between friends are soon resolved. The children leave me out in their games,.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009. As I watched the others run past me,. At the wall I always leaned,. While the children played and grinned. At the wall is where I will stay,. At the playground the others will play. Fear to come near to me,. Fear to be a loner like me. Never approached each other,. Always scared of one another. Please oh please play with me,. For I am very lonely. The day has come for me to go,. And I want to let everybody know. So I chalked on the wall before I go,.
Thursday, July 30, 2009. Loneliness crept all over me. I was all by myself. Nobody with a lending hand. I trip and fall and cry out loud,. Nobody helps or picks me up. Everybody just runs past,. With gossips, giggles and laughs. I longed to play with the other children. No offers from them though. I was too shy to ask from them. I decided to move away.
This is my lit blog yo. This emptiness surrounding me,. I have always felt something-. That you were never noticing me,. I am surrounded by whispers and plastic smiles;. So much that it hurts. I can pretend I never knew. The petals on the flower of truth are falling,. So slow hardly anyone notices it. Life is a lie,.
Monday, May 3, 2010. Haha, been a long time since i posted here. Lala hmm, maybe i shd post some poems tt affie sent here. Saturday, August 1, 2009. I watch them play,. I watch them laugh together. Wishing they would laugh with me.
Thursday, July 30, 2009. I see them pass by. The routine repeats day after day. Not a soul in sight. Sunday, July 19, 2009. I feel that the boy from the poem is either anti-social or has a mental instability which makes him unwilling to go play. Firstly, as quoted from the poem. Back against the wall he stays.
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For the love of the game. Thursday, July 30, 2009. All day I stay,. Watching others; I never play. Laughing, screaming as someone chases. But never does anyone talk to me. So at the wall I shall stay.
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