People are random
Things are random
The boy who lived
Cats love milk
Private drive pirates say arr
People get sick
Glass shards
What is a nickel?
Mr. Clean was created by oxi-clean
“It isn’t clean unless it’s oxi-clean”
A substance and a cushion
Pop tarts taste like candy
Sandwiches are good
Lay, you fire
No one will ever forget about Beyonce
Random, Random, Random
Imagine a world where everyone was dead except for one,
The Boy who lived.
Evil spirits and angry souls,
Angry that he didn’t go.
They try to take his heart
And knock him down.
They try to make him bleed,
Make him drown.
In fact, he’s scared—
Time are rough,
No family, no love.
And he’s not very tough.
They are full with jealousy.
They wish that they could be him.
They want to poison his veins
And weaken his limbs.
They did not survive
So why did he,
That is what all of them think,
So much hatred and negativity.
Everything is dark.
When they gnaw at his soul,
It feels like they are stabbing him with darts.
He prays he begs
But nothing works.
He gets even weaker
As they jerk and they jerk.
He’s not one to hide his emotions.
He hurts, he gets upset, and he cries.
Now he’s just accepted who he is,
The boy who lived.
I love neon lights
And things that shine bright.
I love how stars sparkle
in the dark night sky.
I love rainbows and
trampolines.
I love when people dream
big dreams.
I love the fiery red color
when a volcano erupts.
I love life itself.
I love this beautiful home
that we call earth.
I love bright pretty colors
I love when people are friendly with each other.
I love planetariums
and how they teach me great things.
I love my mom and my sisters
I love knowing that they will do anything to make me happy.
I love positive energy
and being original.
As you see, I love many
things, small or large.
I guess you can call me the love bug of love.