When you expressed your love
For me, I was flattered unbelievably
But you have to understand
I have demons in my hand
And I don’t how
A sinner like me
Could ever deserve
A saint like you
I want you to be mine
But I promise you
I’m not worth your time
So leave me be
With my demons
Or you’ll see
It’s nothing like you ever
Imagined it to be
One, two, three, four, I declare a time war
Five, six, seven, eight, Daleks scream EXTERMINATE!
Nine, ten, eleven twelve, The Doctor died and silence fell
Twelve, eleven, ten, nine, here he goes, back in time
Eight, seven, six, five, saving everybody’s lives
Four, three, two, one, grab her hand and whisper “run”
-Anonymous
I really feel like I connect to this poem in a way that most people wouldn’t. This poem, in case you didn’t know, is about Doctor Who.
I found Doctor Who one day while I was browsing Netflix. I decided to try it out, but then something dangerous happened, I watched one after another, after another, after another. It was getting to the point where I couldn’t set my iPad down.
I really love most about this poem is how they just switched out the words from one of my favorite childhood nursery rhymes: One, Two, Buckle My Shoe.
Have you ever watched Doctor Who? What do you think about it? I highly suggest it, check it out!!!
Emma O
Throughout my life I’ve done a lot of wrong, but also a lot of right. I’ve made mistakes, but I have one that is my favorite. It’s a simple one, but it made me change the way I think. Backtrack three years ago, on a pleasant Wednesday afternoon. That’s where it all started.
Three years ago I never would’ve thought that my way of thinking was going to change forever. See on this Wednesday afternoon, I was at home alone. I was absolutely starving, but I didn’t want to eat any of the plain jane food in our fridge or pantry. I wanted something fun, zesty, something with a kick to eat and maybe a sweet drink.
I hesitated, turning the door nob then slowly backing away, constantly looking out the peep hole of the garage door, and pacing in my living room for what felt like five hours was but was probably only two. When finally I got the guts to man up and run like I was on fire to the Valero, I did.
I arrived to my forbiden destination, out of breath and panting like a dog. I started checking out all of the yummy snacks. I didn’t pay very much attention to the tasty snacks though because I was too worried that one of my parents might come strolling in. I ducked down into the aisles and occassionally popped my head up like an ostrich to see if anyone was coming through the door.
Then, low and behold, my step-dad and my brother come walking in. I rushed and hid in the bathroom for what seemed like forever. I slipped my head out the door to see if they are gone. Thank goodness, they were. I ran home like a madman was chasing me. I threw my bag from the store over the fence to make it look like I didn’t have any food. I tried to act casual and keep it cool as if nothing ever really happened. That didn’t seem to work out very well. They got home five minutes before I did and noticed I was gone.
He called my mom while she was on her way home and she was furious. She then contacted my dad who was equaly as mad. Later that night I was told I was going to be grounded for two weeks. That meant no television, no friends, and extra chores.
No, I didn’t like the consequences, but I had to accept them. The lesson I learned and what my parents both taught me, to never leave the house when no one is home. But what they really taught me was to be more careful, more aware of my surroundings. I was only in the fourth grade and I didn’t know what I was doing. I could have been kidnapped and taken away and that would have broken my family’s heart. So from that day forward I never left the house when I was home alone again.
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Deep down in the bowels below the opera house. There lives a phantom in these bowels. This is his lair, his lair of despair, of distress, and of desperation.
Down, down, getting deeper, and darker.
You have to put your hand at eye level so a noose doesn’t catch you because he’s a killer. He will take any chance to catch more prey. And when he captures you he will use your blood to make yet another portrait about what he feels about the world, hatred and prosperity. He’ll later use your bones to frame his portrait of revulsion.Your blood will drip from his cold, beat up hands.
If you make it down there alive, you will sorringly have to see the vicious snarl upon his face. He’ll slowly walk toward you as fog seeps through the cracks in the walls making it harder for you to see him, and it makes it easier for him to find you. You’ll try to run, you’ll try to hide, just don’t take too big a step backwards or you might fall in. You might fall into his lake of lonely souls. This is where he traps the souls of his past and most recent prey.
See you weren’t the first to explore this pit of hell.
“With great power comes great responsibility” — “Uncle” Ben Parker
Despite what we have read in the comics and seen in the movies, it wasn’t Spiderman’s uncle who first spoke these wise words. Credit for this quote has been given to Marvel Comics and Stan Lee himself. However, other historical figures of our past have used and said this quote in many different variations such as Franklin Roosevelt, Winston Churchill, and Francois-Marie.
I think myself that Roosevelt’s words were closest to the ones used in the Marvel movie. Roosevelt’s words were: “…that great power involves great responsibility…”