Scribbles

My life is in scribbles on the front
In inky pen and scraggly font
I'm waiting for it all to come together
The black ink turning into colors
Lasting forever
Holding onto Dear Life
As they call it
I'm holding on screaming but help never comes
Hope is still with me
But it won't be long
Before it climbs up itself
And
Runs
Runs
Runs
I hear a voice calling
"Don't let go!"
I let go anyway
But hope is still hanging on.
                                                            (i wrote this when i was sort of depressed in 5th grade science.

Almost Famous

                                                 everyday
                                                   i'm one strep closer to having my name on a magazine cover every minute a milestone occurs. a life changing discovery, and someone almost gets through. a person almost survives from cancer. a person almost aced a test. a person almost won the lottery. a person was almost put down to eternally rest. But didn't. Or did. Famous last word. Almost. Almost there. Just one step closer. A little more effort. Guess what? Sparks fly. The truth collides with hope. My love for the boy is suddenly known. A soldier comes running home, and i'm almost famous.