The Impulse

Girl- "hey, didn't think I would see you here"
Boy-"Ya I guess I just decided to come"
Girl-"What do you want?"
Boy-"I don't know, I don't know why im even here"
Girl-"Ok well I have to go back inside so I should go"
Boy-" I guess you should go then"
Girl- "I will see you around"
Boy-" Probably not"

Bad Poetry

I stabbed a cat.
Not a bat.
It was definatly a cat.

Direct Orders

You have been given direct orders to rock out. Rock out like the bell just rang and its friday and you don't have school on monday. Rock out like you got pulled over in your car but didn't get a ticket. Rock out like santa was real. Rock out like you have a magic wallet that always has money in it. Rock out like you can read minds. Rock out like you don't have to wait in line. Rock out like your mom forgot that you were grounded. Rock out like you just fell in love for the first time. Rock out like your on the beach. Rock out like your at the amusment park and the only people there are you and your favorite people. Rock out like summer came early. Rock out like your riding your bike and watching the sun rise. Rock out like you just found a twenty dollor bill in your coat from last winter. Rock out like you got a new puppy. Rock out like this is the last time you can rock out.

Shake the Dust.

This is for the short boys and tall girls
and for the girl with flat curls.
This is for the single parents who work extra hours
for the boy with no one to give flowers
Shake the dust.
This is for the kids with lost dogs
and for the science teacher without any frogs
This is for the little sister who spends her life trying to get out of a shadow.
Shake the dust.
This is for the kindergardener with a runny nose
and for the girl who never got roses.
This is for the doctors who can't find cures
and for the kids who don't like mirrors
This is for the people who can't get jobs
and for the kids who wait up all night just so that they can hear santa's reindeer.
Shake the dust.
Don't let a day go by without remembering how to smile,
don't sit by and let life pass you by,
get up and make something happen.

I'm thinking about you.

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like roads think about cars, like prisoners think about bars, like aliens think about mars. I'm thinking about you like a jacket thinks about an arm, like a farmer thinks about a farm, like a prince thinks about charm. I'm thinking about you like eyes think about glasses, like students think about classes, like planters think about grasses. I'm thinking about you like the sun thinks about the moon, like a fork thinks about a spoon, like a kid thinks about a balloon. I'm thinking about you like all the time, like you consume my mind, like you make me blind. I'm thinking about you.

Love is....

1. Love is a mirror
2. Love is a black and white rainbow
3. Love is an afro
4. Love is a song
5. Love is a button
6. Love is a train, it takes forever to stop.
7. Love is a paperweight
8. Love is a microphone
9. Love is glue
10. Love is white out

Introduction to my blog :)

I chose to use Pearl Hart as my pen name. Pearl Hart was a famous stagecoach robber in the late 1800's. When she robbed a stagecoach she would hold everyone at gunpoint and take every passengers money, then she would give each person one dollar back. I wonder why she did that? Was she trying to be a good person? What was the point? She cut her hair short, wore men's clothes and always carried a gun. I wish I knew how to use a gun. I also wish I could rob a stagecoach. I definatly don't wish to cut my hair short.

I like to write, but I took this class mostly cause I needed an english credit. I like to do a lot of things like hang out with my friends, and listen to music. I hope that I can be a nurse practitoner or a physical therapist when I get older. Ok I'm done with my intro.