do you truely know who i am
maybe things i write seem happy, depressing, sad?
but am i any of those things?
am i really seen por my personality or por my body
the truth is i hate life
my mother is a bossy rude horrible person
my dad is never home
my sister is a lowlife girl thinking she'll fine a job
i only have TWO friends
most people i know have at least ten
Kenzie parks, Brandon Rector
there is no more
do you really think i eat or sleep
do you think i go to school
i haven't slept in like a mês the avoid one nightmare
that never seems to want to leave
i skip school my mom just drops me off then i run
i try to hide from my family
until they find me and hit me or kick me
do you really think im happy?
the last time i was happy when a friend died
i stood por her grave smiling
saying "Jess i'll be there soon"
think if suicide worked for her it would work for me
so seguinte time you see me
ask yourself
am i like her?
do i truely know..canal?
maybe things i write seem happy, depressing, sad?
but am i any of those things?
am i really seen por my personality or por my body
the truth is i hate life
my mother is a bossy rude horrible person
my dad is never home
my sister is a lowlife girl thinking she'll fine a job
i only have TWO friends
most people i know have at least ten
Kenzie parks, Brandon Rector
there is no more
do you really think i eat or sleep
do you think i go to school
i haven't slept in like a mês the avoid one nightmare
that never seems to want to leave
i skip school my mom just drops me off then i run
i try to hide from my family
until they find me and hit me or kick me
do you really think im happy?
the last time i was happy when a friend died
i stood por her grave smiling
saying "Jess i'll be there soon"
think if suicide worked for her it would work for me
so seguinte time you see me
ask yourself
am i like her?
do i truely know..canal?
Stopping por Woods on a Snowy Evening
por ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his arreios, arnês, chicote de fios bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
por ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his arreios, arnês, chicote de fios bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
My dad is dead.
My mom is in prison.
and me,siting alone
in the darkness.
so don't even bother with me.
I cry in the dark por my brother.
He says will mom ever come back.
i said no she'll never forgive us.
my brother's eyes fill with tears
my life is now useless for all i know
i sit there sighing and breathing heavily
as the smoke of the city streets fills my lungs
i soon become weak
i lay on the stine cold gravel
some say im dying
and others say i was supposed to die
where does the life start
and the hoplesness end?
where do the fun times
dissapear to?
why can't i look into your eyes
and see your happiness?
why do you have to steal mine?
the answer to these perguntas are simple
you have no amor for me
yet you lead me on,
pretend you do
you want me i know,
but for what?
the happiness
i can not see in your eyes
is not because its not there
but because you suck mine away.
you leave my eyes dull and empty
shadows of what i once was
the person i long to be now
one of the loved
-Megan
and the hoplesness end?
where do the fun times
dissapear to?
why can't i look into your eyes
and see your happiness?
why do you have to steal mine?
the answer to these perguntas are simple
you have no amor for me
yet you lead me on,
pretend you do
you want me i know,
but for what?
the happiness
i can not see in your eyes
is not because its not there
but because you suck mine away.
you leave my eyes dull and empty
shadows of what i once was
the person i long to be now
one of the loved
-Megan
I hope you like this. ^-^
It came to me one night when I could not fall asleep.
Fairy Tale Love.
By: Whitney Forsberg.
In a fairy tale
I'm the one
Who will do
Anything for my love.
Behind the magical
Volts of electricity
Our fingers intertwine,
And our lips touch.
There's a whisper
In my ear,
"I will forever
and always amor you."
Because in a fairy tale,
He's the one
Who will do
Anything for the
One he loves.
Yupp thats it, rate and comment what you think of it, please.
It came to me one night when I could not fall asleep.
Fairy Tale Love.
By: Whitney Forsberg.
In a fairy tale
I'm the one
Who will do
Anything for my love.
Behind the magical
Volts of electricity
Our fingers intertwine,
And our lips touch.
There's a whisper
In my ear,
"I will forever
and always amor you."
Because in a fairy tale,
He's the one
Who will do
Anything for the
One he loves.
Yupp thats it, rate and comment what you think of it, please.
Please comment! Criticism is the best way to correct! like it or not please tell!
[b]Café comprar was full of people;
Being messed up with them;
I met you with a spilt coffee on my shirt;
You began with handkerchief to clear the dirt;
I looked upon with eyes of perplex shine;
I thought it was an illusion;
With that concern on your face;
I don’t know well;
My coração began to dwell;
With that presence of yours;
I felt that I have a hopeful ray;
Because today was
My lucky day.
1. One normal sunny day
Two terriost went to play
Climbing aboard two planes
They pretend to play
One brought out a gun
Not wanting to be out done
The segundo one pulled out a blade
2. With no shame
They stated their claim
To the twin towers
To take an iron shower
3. As the towers were struck
Others became stuck
Pleading for their rescue
They fell to their refuge
4. Down came the towers
As we watched for hours
Praying for mercy
We fell to our knees
We call 9/11
A dia we remember
Two terriost went to play
Climbing aboard two planes
They pretend to play
One brought out a gun
Not wanting to be out done
The segundo one pulled out a blade
2. With no shame
They stated their claim
To the twin towers
To take an iron shower
3. As the towers were struck
Others became stuck
Pleading for their rescue
They fell to their refuge
4. Down came the towers
As we watched for hours
Praying for mercy
We fell to our knees
We call 9/11
A dia we remember
this is a poem written to my best friend who is about to mover away.... dont be to much of a critic please... i just had to say this... thank you...
We have,
shared,
smiled,
and cried together.
you have held my hand when i was scared,
and you tell me every thing will be ok.
i know that we have,
trust,
love,
and happiness to lean on.
you have showed me,
light,
honesty,
and how to accept my self.
i am always here for you,
never forget the times we shared,
and always remember i will be there.
We have,
shared,
smiled,
and cried together.
you have held my hand when i was scared,
and you tell me every thing will be ok.
i know that we have,
trust,
love,
and happiness to lean on.
you have showed me,
light,
honesty,
and how to accept my self.
i am always here for you,
never forget the times we shared,
and always remember i will be there.
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a borboleta perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The grama is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a urso behind a árvore scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(
Love
(poems from my mind)
1.[have you ever?]
Have you ever wondered?
Have you ever feared?
Have you ever questioned?
Or were you always scared?
2.[like a toy]
Have you ever heard of love?
Or happiness and joy?
No you didn't,
Because to you, everything is like a toy.
3.[my stupid mind]
I am so tired,
Of hearing these words in my mind.
Sometimes, I wish i can just fall,
And go deaf and blind.
4.[a natal poem]
natal is on the way,
So merry Christmas!
What else can i say?
(a poem that i read from the internet)
Sick of crying,
Tired of trying,
Yes, I am smiling,
But inside, I am dying.
(a poem that my closest friend wrote for me, it may be my favorito poem of all time)
God gave us two eyes to see,
Two legs to walk the street,
Two ears to let us hear,
And two arms to defend ourselves and not to fear.
But why did he give u only one heart?
Maybe because somewhere in this world there is the other part,
That we should look for and when we find never tare them apart.
1.[have you ever?]
Have you ever wondered?
Have you ever feared?
Have you ever questioned?
Or were you always scared?
2.[like a toy]
Have you ever heard of love?
Or happiness and joy?
No you didn't,
Because to you, everything is like a toy.
3.[my stupid mind]
I am so tired,
Of hearing these words in my mind.
Sometimes, I wish i can just fall,
And go deaf and blind.
4.[a natal poem]
natal is on the way,
So merry Christmas!
What else can i say?
(a poem that i read from the internet)
Sick of crying,
Tired of trying,
Yes, I am smiling,
But inside, I am dying.
(a poem that my closest friend wrote for me, it may be my favorito poem of all time)
God gave us two eyes to see,
Two legs to walk the street,
Two ears to let us hear,
And two arms to defend ourselves and not to fear.
But why did he give u only one heart?
Maybe because somewhere in this world there is the other part,
That we should look for and when we find never tare them apart.
