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Friendship is a necessity,
It is only common sense.
You cannot lead a happy life,
Without one or two good friends.
Friends are like your rainbows,
That appear at your side after the storm.
They are the rivers of your life
Eroding away all your problems and strife.
Jealousy is green with envy.
It will eat away at your friendships.
It’s always growing and never stops
Until your friendship comes to an end.
Jealousy can only hurt,
For poison cannot heal.
It is not fast, but slow and painful,
For it savors friendship like a meal.
Friendship is sweet and satisfying,
While jealousy leaves you bitter.
Friends cause you to enjoy life
But jealousy seems to make it not matter.
It is only common sense.
You cannot lead a happy life,
Without one or two good friends.
Friends are like your rainbows,
That appear at your side after the storm.
They are the rivers of your life
Eroding away all your problems and strife.
Jealousy is green with envy.
It will eat away at your friendships.
It’s always growing and never stops
Until your friendship comes to an end.
Jealousy can only hurt,
For poison cannot heal.
It is not fast, but slow and painful,
For it savors friendship like a meal.
Friendship is sweet and satisfying,
While jealousy leaves you bitter.
Friends cause you to enjoy life
But jealousy seems to make it not matter.
Literature
Marching Band
Let me tell you, I know Hell. Hell is a place of unbearable heat, where hopeless souls are forced into meaningless labor, in this particular case, walk around in bizarre patterns while playing instruments. In case you haven't guessed, I'm talking about High School Marching Band. I had been absolutely apposed to the idea of marching band, because it wasn't required for my level of band. Additionally I really sucked at playing Clarinet when I was sitting still, despite my seven years of it prior. Unfortunately for me, my parents were dead set on making me go. Now as anyone who has ever been a kid before, knows about the Parental Override
Literature
Marching Band
Marching band:
Its sweating and dehydrating and making perverted jokes; marching until 11 at night and waking up at 4 the next day to go to competition; living at the school because you have a music booster for a mother, spending all your free time working, getting there at 7 in the morning because you just arent good enough yet.
Its spending 7+ hours a day practicing; learning drills, practicing music, covering the basics, making your legs hurt (because that means youre doing it right), getting yelled at, yelling at others, measuring steps.
Its avoiding flags and making friends, repeating it over and ove
Literature
Marching Band
The day we met I was pretty quiet
And all I could dream were your lips to kiss
You and I proved to be quite a riot
Those long days at band I will surely miss
The days made easy from the shade of trees
Those summer days in the middle of June
We were so thankful for a simple breeze
Sent home once our only light was the moon
Joining marching band was a dream of mine
I never knew it would take me this far
Out on the field, I feel like I can shine
As the strums fill my ears from the guitar
Of all the things marching band included
We made a family, I concluded
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I wrote this for English class and decided to put it up, that's all.
© 2006 - 2024 LittaMaynard
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very fitting title. I hate being writer's blocked. It sucks, but better works become of it.