Alone!
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright orange tan
But then one jour she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The suivant jour at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a accueil tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had a dit
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do toi think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
There once was a girl who biked and ran
with her best friend who had a bright orange tan
But then one jour she when biking alone
and thats when she fell along way from home.
She lay still on the ground
not makeing a sound,and thats when she found
that she could not talk
let alone walk
As she slowly made her way home
she wished that she had a phone
so she could call for help
insted of put up with the pain that made her yelp.
She pushed her bike down the dusty track
with a sore haed and an acking back
Then she came to the place where her and her best friend met
just as the sun was begining to set
The suivant jour at school she was no where in sight
which gave her best frined a very big fright
but she was a accueil tucked up in bed
with a sore leg and an acking head
Thats when she remebered what her best friend had a dit
about not going out bikeing alone
along way from home.
What do toi think?(I think it is very bad) and sorry of the spelling.
You
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing toi whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize toi are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift toi once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutes later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
It's the middle of the night,
And I can't sleep
Your face, planted with a smile
Are the only things I see
Your voice calling my name
Is the only thing I hear
I can feel your hand rubbing my back
Hearing toi whisper ''good night''
I jump and look around,
And soon realize toi are not there
I sob, tightly holding the gift toi once gave me
It's right here, on my bed, in perfect condition.
30 minutes later, I wipe my face and go back to sleep…
I wake up once again
And the cycle starts all over again…
your mistakes don't define you, now. they don't tell toi who you're not, ou who toi can never be. what's it take to get toi to say you'll try? you've got to live this life like it's the only one you've got. what would toi say, what would toi do, if this was your last day? so, toi found out today that life's not the same. not quite as good as yesterday.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think toi need to know that, of all the couleurs that toi shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. toi should think about what toi do, befor toi do it, over and over again. i know toi feel alone, that know one can figure toi out, but toi sould know that we just l’amour to see toi smile.i know toi feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help toi come back.
and, yes, i know it hurts & i know your pain, but u never gave up this easily befor. such a beautiful thing to just throw away. i think toi need to know that, of all the couleurs that toi shine, this is surely not your best, it's really not your style. toi should think about what toi do, befor toi do it, over and over again. i know toi feel alone, that know one can figure toi out, but toi sould know that we just l’amour to see toi smile.i know toi feel like you're lost, feel like you've drifted way to far away, but we can help toi come back.
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If toi don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
toi and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Friends had to like toi a lot
and toi felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
toi think you're mr. I'm so cool
but toi used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people toi love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made toi feel much better.
But the fight we had,
toi a dit was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell toi gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
toi and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My Friends had to like toi a lot
and toi felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
toi think you're mr. I'm so cool
but toi used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people toi love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made toi feel much better.
But the fight we had,
toi a dit was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell toi gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
Example of the Maiden
The Man With No Eyes Collection (1): The Actor
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the trône that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if toi liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
Sundown, sunrise.
Big smile!
(Tired eyes.)
I vanish into thin air.
An actor never fails.
(Lies.)
To give the world a rousing show
(While begging to be recognized.)
To shine as brightly as the sun
Upon the trône that we’ve devised.
A patchwork-quilt protagonist
A villain from the shadow realm
The work of the illusionist
When I, the actor, take the helm.
“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to see…”
The whisper marks my story’s birth.
The audience will gather ‘round.
(The jury to decide my worth.)
"The Man With No Eyes" is a series of poems, all of which are unfolding from one character's point of view. They are meant to represent an ongoing journey. So if toi liked this one, stay tuned for more. :)
