Kensley Stories

These are just some of my poems Ive written recently! These are all MY poems owned by ME, written by ME, and cannot be used for ANY other PURPOSE! Thank you! Enjoy :)

One winter morning,Emma made her way to school...On her way to school she was thinking about all the bullying/harassment she has to go trough at school.So she slammed on her breaks and turned around and started heading back home.On her way home she started to think about how much she missed her mom since her passing...So she headed to the cemetary.She had turned down the road and stopped where the cemetary was,she got out her car and slamed the door.She started walking to the grave drenched in roses.She finally stoped by the grave and closed her eyes,and cried and began to say,"why!Why did you have to take my mom i just wanna see her one last time."She silenly walked away from the grave.As she was walking away she felt something touch her shoulder...She turned around and saw a bright light infront of her... It said,"i miss you my baby girl one day we will be united again."The light had dimed so she turned around and walked back to her car.She opened her door got in the car and left.

colorless phantom a ghost. walking around, yelling, but no one hears her. oh for crying outloud, SHE'S A GHOST! but someone discovers her presence. Heiwajima Shizuo. and another one too. Celty Sturlson. She seeks help."help me find my memories" how cliche. are all ghosts in need of their memory? or she wants something more? "i want to know how did i died.""killed?""who killed me?" she had a brother. or so she thought he was. she turned him into something inhuman. "we are more superior than them, so don't get the wrong idea." "i love humans. that is all"

"Why don't you wear those in public?" I ask my brown haired friend, pointing at the large clear lenses on the bridge of his nose. "You can't see without them, right?" "Unlike you, I wear contacts, Kres. Look 'em up," he replies, not even taking his eyes off of the homework he "skipped" in class. "I know what they are, Genius, I just don't want them. I prefer my glasses," I snap back at him and all I gain is a smirk from the dimpled boy. "You don't have to get contacts, Kresley Jeen. You look good with glasses." I ignore his comment and carry on with my own thought. "Why do you wear contacts? You look fine with glasses," He finally takes his eyes off the book and throws his head back in a sarcastic laugh. "Please, these glasses are the size of China for crying out loud! If I wore them in public, I would be laughed at!" I purse my lips and shake my head, disagreeing with every word he says. "Why do you care what people think? You shouldn't let people change you." "I'm not letting anyone change me. And I won't let anyone change me." "Promise?" He hesitates for a moment, probably thinking that I won't notice the short pause, but eventually he replies with, "Promise."