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. 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.

Friday, July 31, 2009. I leaned against my wall,. My only friend and supporter,. I have never felt so bored. Or come to think of it, so lonely. Conveniently leaving me out,. My heart is breaking with sadness,. Some cast me weird glances,. It is friends I am craving. I go there every day,. Hoping with all my heart. That one day, finally,.

Navigate using the words at the side! This is my Literature blog. Adobe Photoshop CS2, Dreamweaver. Thursday, July 30, 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 am the loner boy,. Leaning on the wall,. And makes the tarmac squeak.

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 leaned against the playground wall. As they ran past me they paused. Paused to stare, to try to understand. They have laughter and friends.

Thursday, July 30, 2009. I lean against the playground wall,. I used to be like that,. But that was in the past. But who would befriend me,. I wish to play with them,. But every time they pass by me in slow huddled groups,. Each in their familiar clique,. I knew they were talking about me. I had no choice but to be alone,. Staying away from them,. They are fearful of me,.