the 7th poem. It is entitled:
The Black Star
There's a black star
Up in the sky
Why is it there?
Please tell me why
It is hidden by its surroundings
and outshone by others around.
It is there, but always hidden
always lost and never found.
It gives no light and
Therefore is never seen.
There's and empty space where it is to be
It's like it's never been.
It knows it's there and
Other, at times, do too
but the only reason for that
Is because they always ask "Who?"
"Who is is that is supposed to be there
Up in that empty space?
Whatever it is, it's not important,
For I cannot see a face."
And that's all it will ever be
just a black star in the night
Not seen, nor heard, nor noticed at all
Just there with no given light.

Last night was fun. I went to the movies with Holly, Ben, and Whitney. We went to see Dreamer. It was a really good movie and Dakota Fanning is a wonderful actress. She did good in this movie, and in War of the Worlds. "Dreamer" is a really good movie though, and I recomend seeing it.

In case any of you are wondering, I am at xMxCCIX. That is 19,209. I am very proud of my Roman Numerals. And now I will end this post with my 7th poem The Star:

There's a star in the sky
That reminds me of you
Of all of your beauty
And what makes you, you
This star outshines others
And is brightest of all
It's light is so big
Yet it seems oh so small
Some people might overlook
And miss it altogether
Some people might like to look
At the moon rather
Than look at this one little star in the sky
I look out up at it, and then I
Think about you
And what makes you special
You outshine the moon
Even when it is full.

This is another one. It is entitled: Judgement.


Judgement for women and judgement for men,
Judgement for those who have fallen in sin,
Judgement for earth and everything in it,
Judgement every hour, second, and minute,
That's how it was supposed to be
Since Adam ate of the fruit of that tree,
But God in His wisdom had different plans
Jesus, His Son, came to earth as a man
And died for our sins, on a wooden cross
a sinners death, and we gained from His loss
And when He arose, it was death that was conquered,
"It is finished" were His last words.
Jesus finished it and His life he did give,
So that all who call upon Him may live.

Guess what ppls. I AM TEACHING THE PRE-ALGEBRA CLASS AT HOPEWOOD ACADEMY!!!!!!!! *excitement* I am not being lenient at all either. Even though most of the ppl in the class are some of my good friends, I am still coming down hard on them because I am their teacher and they are my students. MUAHAHA! It's fun teaching them, but I don't think they take me seriously....yet. They will, oh they will. Mua-ha-ha-ha!!!! I love laughing evily. I must go to church now. bye

I have 3 more poems after "Friends Forever". I will not post all 3 here, but the one that I am posting here is entitled "Eternity".


We live in a world that is dyin
And everyone in it seems to be buying
Into the lie that it will last forever
But those who know Jesus are much more clever
For they know that the end is drawing near
but they also know there is no need to fear
for those who know Jesus, their souls will live on
but their physical bodies will forever be gone
for their bodies and minds will be made new and fresh
and no longer will we be tempted by flesh
In the Father's presence forever we'll be
Worshiping for all eternity.

I have figured out how to add links to other peoples sites to my blog, as you can see by the many new links that have been added. I had to put them in alphabetical order, because otherwise it bugged me. I have written another poem. This is the 4th. It is entitled "Friends Forever"

Friends forever, and friends to the end
More than brothers, you are true friends
Trust and honor come naturally
No secrets, no lies, just free to be free
Hugs and smiles and pains and frowns
Yesterday, tomorrow, the next day, and now
And even though death may be life's end
You are friends forever, and friends to the end.

Ok, I am in a better mood today. I love my life, and I love my friends. Sorry about my last post. It wasn't at all so you would feel bad about me, it was just me getting some stress out. Anyway, away from that subject, I found an old, old yearbook from GCS, and it has some of my good friends as kindergarteners. It's really funny to see them so young, and then to picture them now. I am getting aggravated with that little "newpaper" thing called Tidbits. I mean, it's a good paper and all, but they have taken out one of my favorite sections of that paper. The saction was known as the "Strange but True" section, and it was full of cool little things that were, well, strange...but true. **2 snare drum beats and a crash cymbol**

Sorry, no poem this time. This time it's an actual post. There had been this grey cloud, hanging over my head for the longest time, and there is still a cloud hanging there but this one white. Let me explain that last sentence. A white cloud (as opposed to a grey one) is still a cloud that blocks out the sun from my life, but it's a milder block of the sun. I do not wish to post why this cloud is here, but I wish it would go away, and since it is getting milder, I am hoping it will keep doing that untill it just *poof* goes away. I like to use analagies, they are a good way to describe something, other than using descriptive words which are not an easy thing for me to find in my mind. Well, I can't think of anything more, so peace out everybody!

And yet, another Poem:

Well, since I posted that last poem, I might as well post this one. This one is dedicated to very special friend of mine, whom I love dearly. It's entitled THE HUMMINGBIRD: