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Don't do that, That isn't cool, Wear a dress, Don't kick a ball. Play with dolls, Not with cars, Eat your greens, Not chocolate bars.
I am me. Who is me. Me is I. I am never you or she. But I am always me! --- Am slightly crazy but the good kind. Enjoys writing thoughts and reading them too!
Don't do that, That isn't cool, Wear a dress, Don't kick a ball. Play with dolls, Not with cars, Eat your greens, Not chocolate bars.
Someone can scribble on a piece of paper and call it art. But we both know the truth. The 30seconds or so, Is nothing compared to the years of hard work to create some thing beautiful...
At the end of a texts, I love you. Plus about a thousand xs. Every time we meet, I love you. Does your heart skip a beat. Always when we say goodbye, I love you. I'm scared you lie.
It moves silently in my world, Casting dark shadows, Relieving me of light, Though the everlasting rays of joy, Still fall. Just out of reach.
Sorry for being away for such a long time - gcses suck!!!.
Someone told me to do what I love. But I only have 4 subject spots next year. - sometimes I wish I didn't have to decide my future at 16..
I stared, At the mirror. Is this me. My eyes met eyes. Surly not mine. I stared, At the person. How can this be me. My hand stoked my face. This is not mine. I stared, And wondered. Why is this me.
Do you live to die, or die to live?.
To love someone, and to hate someone is not opposites... In fact it is almost the same. You can hate but love someone at the same time. It's bizarre..
Why did curiosity kill the cat?!. It made me live!.
We laughed at her, 'You can't change the world!' 'your mad' She just smiled, and never looked sad.
A few seconds passed by until I heard foot steps on the other side. The door opened. I saw the face of a teenager appear. His hair was shaved, but I could see it was a sandy colour.
The shards of glass fell in slow motion around me. Half dazed by this strange image, I didn't notice the ground getting closer. I closed my eyes. Shocked I opened them.
Although extremely useful - can be so frustrating when you spelling is so bad it doesn't even recognize half your spellings :(.
My eyes bust open. The room was fuzzy. Strange men in white coats whispering excitedly. I tried to remember what I was doing here. Why I had come here. As the room came into focus, I became panicked.
Here is a poem from 2008 I was 11!!. As the chestnut tree is standing proud, So were the men with guns at the ready, As one leaf falls, a man does too.
I like you I said, I like you too, he smiled, But properly not in the same way, Our eyes did meet, Before quickly staring at our feet, But what if it is, I said to him, I looked up to find a grin!.
They package us up, In adults cloths, Send us away, To stay all day, Where they squish, Our poor minds into box, And take away the key, To ever being free, A decade and a bit has gone by, You are...
I float aimlessly across the hazy reality, Making no sense to those outside my dreamy wonders. But this is my haven from wars, poverty and, Sneering politicians - free No.
I love my mummy, Her food is yummy, In my tummy. I love my mum, She is fun, And my number one. I love my mother, So does my brother, And her lover.
The crazy lady, did chuck the cat. I took a swing with my baseball bat, The bat went pow. The cat went meow. We stood and watched it, as it flew Disappearing in the great blue.
I once meet a woman, or was it twice.
Bizarre fantasy dream, What the hell do you mean!.
You know what. Most people are nice. And there is always a reason behind spite..
My eyes were drawn, Like the weak tides, To his deep, deep ocean eyes, They glistened with excited ideas born, He did not take a look at me. Instead he stared at she.
We are not all born equal. It is something you have to fight for..
I don't really know how to write. I don't know what type of poem I write. I just like words, thoughts and ideas!!.
Hearts racing. Blood pumping. Where are we going. Sweat pouring. Breath gasping. Why are we running. Cars. Noise. Lights. Blur Why is everyone running. Heads down. Thoughts closed. What if I stop?.
The word were spat like daggers, Aimed at his heavy heart. They wrapped there endless anger round him, Pulling him into there game.
Life is like riding a unicycle. You need to get the balance right, and when you do, it's damn impressive!!.
The laughing man did laugh, As he thought me to be fool, For I gave all I could give, Just to see a smile, Any smile.