myhorses1011
09-25-2008, 04:35 PM
Ok, I love making poems, and I would like to know, what you think.
~Uncool~
Why don't I feel in?
Is cuz I am bigger then most girls?
Is cuz I have zits?
Is cuz I don't go to school?
Does that make me uncool?
Why can't you see?
That I am me.
And I won't change.
No matter how much you want me to.
I won't be you.
If you don't like my hair.
I don't care.
If you don't like what I wear.
Well, I don't care.
You can call me a geek for liking naruto.
But, I will still like it.
And you can call me a weirdo.
But, ya know, I won't change.
I am a unschooler.
But, i'm cooler then you.
Cuz, I live my own life.
And I don't try to fit in like you.
So, why are you like that?
Why are you stuffing your bra?
And flirting with everguy you meet?
I know why now.
You are uncool.
~Darkness~
Go ahead.
Hide.
Be afeared.
But, ya know, the darkness is coming.
No matter what you do.
Its coming after you.
Its everwhere.
If you look at a child, that isn't like by others.
The darkness will be there.
If you look at a dieing person.
The darkness will be there.
If you look at someone, who is hideing her sadness behind her mask.
The darkness will be there.
There is only one thing you can do to.
Is dance.
When things get bad.
Just dance, and forget the darkness.
For alittle.
You still can't hide, and it will be back.
But, just dance, for once.
And forget the darkness.
~Forgotten~
That child.
I have seen her, everday.
Alone, in the park, singing to herself.
No one knows who is her mom or dad.
No one knows why she is alone.
There she is again, I been watching her.
Making sure no one trys to hurt her.
The lost soul.
She is forgotten.
She is a lost soul.
Looking for someone.
To love.
All she has, is her song.
The forgotten song.
There she is again, swinging on the swing.
Singing her forgotten song.
~One Rose~
One rose.
On her own.
Staying on hill.
Letting the rain clean her pretty face.
She stands alone, fighting to live.
The beautiful, yet deadly, rose.
Do not touch her.
She will hurt you.
Stay back, and just look.
Don't touch the beautiful.
One Rose.
I like making poems, sometimes they are random, and others are what I have felt, and seen. Like the poem, forgotten, I knew a girl, like that, I havn't seen her in awhile, I hope she is ok. And uncool poem, thats how I feel about life. And darkness, is talking about the bad things in life, and how you need to just forget about them. And, the one rose, is a new one, I have anouther poem, kinda of like that. Hope you like them all.
~Uncool~
Why don't I feel in?
Is cuz I am bigger then most girls?
Is cuz I have zits?
Is cuz I don't go to school?
Does that make me uncool?
Why can't you see?
That I am me.
And I won't change.
No matter how much you want me to.
I won't be you.
If you don't like my hair.
I don't care.
If you don't like what I wear.
Well, I don't care.
You can call me a geek for liking naruto.
But, I will still like it.
And you can call me a weirdo.
But, ya know, I won't change.
I am a unschooler.
But, i'm cooler then you.
Cuz, I live my own life.
And I don't try to fit in like you.
So, why are you like that?
Why are you stuffing your bra?
And flirting with everguy you meet?
I know why now.
You are uncool.
~Darkness~
Go ahead.
Hide.
Be afeared.
But, ya know, the darkness is coming.
No matter what you do.
Its coming after you.
Its everwhere.
If you look at a child, that isn't like by others.
The darkness will be there.
If you look at a dieing person.
The darkness will be there.
If you look at someone, who is hideing her sadness behind her mask.
The darkness will be there.
There is only one thing you can do to.
Is dance.
When things get bad.
Just dance, and forget the darkness.
For alittle.
You still can't hide, and it will be back.
But, just dance, for once.
And forget the darkness.
~Forgotten~
That child.
I have seen her, everday.
Alone, in the park, singing to herself.
No one knows who is her mom or dad.
No one knows why she is alone.
There she is again, I been watching her.
Making sure no one trys to hurt her.
The lost soul.
She is forgotten.
She is a lost soul.
Looking for someone.
To love.
All she has, is her song.
The forgotten song.
There she is again, swinging on the swing.
Singing her forgotten song.
~One Rose~
One rose.
On her own.
Staying on hill.
Letting the rain clean her pretty face.
She stands alone, fighting to live.
The beautiful, yet deadly, rose.
Do not touch her.
She will hurt you.
Stay back, and just look.
Don't touch the beautiful.
One Rose.
I like making poems, sometimes they are random, and others are what I have felt, and seen. Like the poem, forgotten, I knew a girl, like that, I havn't seen her in awhile, I hope she is ok. And uncool poem, thats how I feel about life. And darkness, is talking about the bad things in life, and how you need to just forget about them. And, the one rose, is a new one, I have anouther poem, kinda of like that. Hope you like them all.