She finds her Friends in their blood swimming
Trying to composed when fact she’s crying
She hasty runs when she saw someone approaching
In the corner of her room, she’s sitting with fear
Discerning that her Friends killer saw her
Her door opens instantly
But she locked it already
With dread she stand and check for it
A hazel brown eyes and faultless curve lips
A lady with fine body and dark straight hair
There, a killer standing and smiling at her
She promptly slammed and locked the door
The she saw her frighten self in the mirror
She went nearer and noticed a dagger she’s holding
And a bloody dress she’s wearing.
look in the mirror please
if toi dont toi wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
toi say your ugly toi cry all night
toi slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping toi out
look in the mirror i know toi are beutiful toi just got to beileve in your self.
but toi probaly wont why cant toi see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want toi oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke toi are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant toi see what eye see
i hope someday toi will believe me.
if toi dont toi wont find the beuty
thats hiding in you
toi say your ugly toi cry all night
toi slam the door on my face one night
when i tried helping toi out
look in the mirror i know toi are beutiful toi just got to beileve in your self.
but toi probaly wont why cant toi see the beuty thats waiting to arrive
the boys would want toi oh carolyn i hope u relize that .
this is no joke toi are beutiful in my eyes but in yours ur a monster
why cant toi see what eye see
i hope someday toi will believe me.
Solitude,
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I l’amour you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've Lost my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
Somewhere in my mind.
Where I can rest my head,
And let go of all the pain.
Back on my feet,
To make my place again.
Recharge my soul,
So I can live once more.
What happened to being a child?
When getting high meant too much sugar.
When breaking the rules was staying up past bedtime.
When saying "I l’amour you",
Was only intended for your mom,
And the pressure of it never set upon you..
Looking up at the clouds,
I only see dark gray.
When they use to be white,
And full of life.
And I'd pick out shapes and smile.
Now it's dark.
Only dark,
And I feel I've Lost my way.
"Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake..-"
Die? Before I wake..Sounds good to me.
Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays guitare and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
He plays guitare and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.
He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.
He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.
He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.
He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.
I bought a pet banana
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls ou fetching sticks.
He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit ou speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.
He refused to shake ou wave ou crawl
ou beg ou take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
ou get him to meow.
He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.
Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls ou fetching sticks.
He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit ou speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.
He refused to shake ou wave ou crawl
ou beg ou take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
ou get him to meow.
He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.
Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.
Another jour has dawned opon
another night for me to cry
the l’amour i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say toi care
but your not
i know toi dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
another night for me to cry
the l’amour i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say toi care
but your not
i know toi dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come
Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."
She winds up with The Wiggles
ou else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.
It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."
And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."
She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."
She winds up with The Wiggles
ou else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.
It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I miss you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Lost in the cold world
Do toi miss me?
I miss you
Does another little girl l’amour you?
I kinda hope so
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I am sorry for leaving you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do toi hate me?
I don't hate you
Mommy says to get over you
But I cry and say I want you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do toi still cry for me?
I still cry for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I never wanna grow up
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do toi still cry "Mama" for me?
Because I still cry "Baby" for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I'm sorry for dropping you
I'm sorry for losing you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Mommy bought me a new one
But she still isn't as fun like you
Santa will toi bring her back to me?
Will toi emballage, wrap her in a bow all nice and pretty?
Clean her up and make her nice?
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I pray every night for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I know toi will come back to me soon.
Baby Doll
I miss you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Lost in the cold world
Do toi miss me?
I miss you
Does another little girl l’amour you?
I kinda hope so
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I am sorry for leaving you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do toi hate me?
I don't hate you
Mommy says to get over you
But I cry and say I want you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do toi still cry for me?
I still cry for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I never wanna grow up
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do toi still cry "Mama" for me?
Because I still cry "Baby" for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I'm sorry for dropping you
I'm sorry for losing you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Mommy bought me a new one
But she still isn't as fun like you
Santa will toi bring her back to me?
Will toi emballage, wrap her in a bow all nice and pretty?
Clean her up and make her nice?
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I pray every night for you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I know toi will come back to me soon.
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
toi were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house ou fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
toi didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
toi a dit your chance at l’amour had past toi by
i told I'm here so don't toi cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
toi were like my Juliet and i your romeo
toi l’amour me i l’amour toi that's all i need to know
no longer will toi dream of l’amour that's true
no longer will i wander my chercher has led to you
roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Creative juices aren't flowing into my brain.
To create that electrical spark.
That makes the light bulb go blink.
Should the verses rhythm.
This poem is not sublime.
What the heck am I doing?
All I know is that roses are red.
And violets are indeed blue.
--
Just a poem I wrote for a school project that I thought was good and funny enough to share with the rest of toi guys. I hope toi somewhat enjoyed it. Thanks for lire regardless, and have a delightful, magical day. Cheers yo.
Violets are blue.
Creative juices aren't flowing into my brain.
To create that electrical spark.
That makes the light bulb go blink.
Should the verses rhythm.
This poem is not sublime.
What the heck am I doing?
All I know is that roses are red.
And violets are indeed blue.
--
Just a poem I wrote for a school project that I thought was good and funny enough to share with the rest of toi guys. I hope toi somewhat enjoyed it. Thanks for lire regardless, and have a delightful, magical day. Cheers yo.
Roses and red and violets are blue.
One small crack, just one comment
It only took one day
To convince her life had a price
A cost she couldn't pay
Happiness was priced too high
Hopes dashed, she turned away
Esteem it took years to build
Torn down in one day
Years later, she still believes
What caused her mind to fray
She thinks she is not enough
And so she wastes away
Finally someone notices
Her life changes that day
Someone montrer that they care
Three words is all they say
Simple words she needs to hear
They ask, "Are toi okay?"
~an original poem par me~
~check out me and plus of my poésie and écriture at quotev.com/sliverofstarlight~
It only took one day
To convince her life had a price
A cost she couldn't pay
Happiness was priced too high
Hopes dashed, she turned away
Esteem it took years to build
Torn down in one day
Years later, she still believes
What caused her mind to fray
She thinks she is not enough
And so she wastes away
Finally someone notices
Her life changes that day
Someone montrer that they care
Three words is all they say
Simple words she needs to hear
They ask, "Are toi okay?"
~an original poem par me~
~check out me and plus of my poésie and écriture at quotev.com/sliverofstarlight~
