She walks with her head held high So everyone can see up her nose As she passes by people, they quickly get out of her way She talks about people behind their back But when face to face it's a total act People can't help but be nice to her Because they are afraid she'll plan an attack
I don't like snooty people Why can't we all be nice? I suppose it is life And I'll have to put up with it All I can do is try not to be like them And my life can be nice.
Alas, the microvace tings a ding My food is done, how great, But now my ears ring. It startles me, And upsets my mood When the ding on the microwave Impairs my excitement for food. Only this microwave, old and alarming, can make one angry about something oh so charming. The ding on the microwave sends me into a flustered state I just cover my ears and ignore the ring because the food is so great.
I hate it when you lie. I can see straight through your eyes. Don't try to disguise all your shameful lies. You make me question all the why's of why you lie. Ever heard of the word honesty? When someone is honest it puts them in harmony and just possibly everyone is a wannabe.
It really bothers me when someone is in a bad relationship and they don't get out of it because they "can't." It's not as if they do not have a CHOICE. So anyway. That is what my poem is about.
You just broke my heart and tore it out of my chest now all that I have is the nothing that's left Nothing inside of me nothing to give and it hurts me to breathe, it hurts me to live I told you I loved you, you left me to hang and I'm tired of playing these meaningless games why don't you get it? you don't understand you don't and you won't and I don't think you can It's not peaches and cream, it's not roses it's thorns and I keep walking in them, I keep getting torn You keep luring me in, I keep taking the bait and I'm scared this is it, it's my future, my fate I don't want to get lost in your brightness and charm because all that I find is destruction and harm So it hurts me to leave you, it hurts me to go but your blind to my pain and you don't even know You don't understand that your night is my day That it kills me to walk, but it kills me to stay
I hate sitting out, it makes me want to shout, instantly my head is filled with doubt, even if I were to play I can't go full-out, injuries are something I hate, this is something that is not very great, sometimes I can't even walk straight, Injuries are just so anouying and i hate them so much, Id rather be playing then stuck on a crutch!
I don't like smoothies they are weird and gross and always have banana chunks in them I don't like Dr.Seuss his books are scary and the words he makes up are creepy I don't like when people kill things like snakes or rabbits because they think it's fun or funny because it's not it's sick I hate water that tastes weird
i hate the whining and complaining all the backstabbing and harsh words one minute you say we are friends the next you pretend i do not exist i am sick and tired of this game between us was nothing wrong what is the matter now?
weeks go by, and things stay the same i hear the things you say behind my back and can only stand there disappointed for this is not the person you truly are you are much better than that but you are blind to how i feel as you just keep on walking by
there will be a day you will see but i am afraid that it will be too late as i will have moved on to better things where i won’t have to feel such pain different, that is how everything will be we will move on, but our friendship not your chance to do right is lost
Six, six, six, three+three. If you make me touch silk, I'll run away into a tree. I hate a lot of fabrics Especially when my nails scratch them. When I hear Christina itch her clothes My eyes meet hers and dirty-look them. I'm a horrible poet when I'm in a hurry But sometimes it turns out a little funny. Even numbers, even numbers... Except three because three+three = six (even #). OCDOCDOCDOCDOCDOCDOCDOCDOCD
She walks with her head held high
ReplyDeleteSo everyone can see up her nose
As she passes by people, they quickly get out of her way
She talks about people behind their back
But when face to face it's a total act
People can't help but be nice to her
Because they are afraid she'll plan an attack
I don't like snooty people
Why can't we all be nice?
I suppose it is life
And I'll have to put up with it
All I can do is try not to be like them
And my life can be nice.
....
There are many things I do not like
ReplyDeletefrogs, tomatoes, or hairless mice
I try to befriend these common beings
but offten run with girlish screams
To eat tomatoes makes my taste impared
To touch a frog makes me scared
I think its alright to be afraid
but I still wont touch a frog
even if I were payed
Alas, the microvace tings a ding
ReplyDeleteMy food is done, how great,
But now my ears ring.
It startles me,
And upsets my mood
When the ding on the microwave
Impairs my excitement for food.
Only this microwave,
old and alarming,
can make one angry
about something
oh so charming.
The ding on the microwave
sends me into a flustered state
I just cover my ears
and ignore the ring
because the food is so great.
I hate it when you lie.
ReplyDeleteI can see straight through your eyes.
Don't try to disguise
all your shameful lies.
You make me question all the why's
of why you lie.
Ever heard of the word honesty?
When someone is honest it puts them in harmony
and just possibly
everyone is a wannabe.
bahaha. not the best...
It really bothers me when someone is in a bad relationship and they don't get out of it because they "can't." It's not as if they do not have a CHOICE. So anyway. That is what my poem is about.
ReplyDeleteYou just broke my heart and tore it out of my chest
now all that I have is the nothing that's left
Nothing inside of me nothing to give
and it hurts me to breathe, it hurts me to live
I told you I loved you, you left me to hang
and I'm tired of playing these meaningless games
why don't you get it? you don't understand
you don't and you won't and I don't think you can
It's not peaches and cream, it's not roses it's thorns
and I keep walking in them, I keep getting torn
You keep luring me in, I keep taking the bait
and I'm scared this is it, it's my future, my fate
I don't want to get lost in your brightness and charm
because all that I find is destruction and harm
So it hurts me to leave you, it hurts me to go
but your blind to my pain and you don't even know
You don't understand that your night is my day
That it kills me to walk, but it kills me to stay
I hate sitting out,
ReplyDeleteit makes me want to shout,
instantly my head is filled with doubt,
even if I were to play I can't go full-out,
injuries are something I hate,
this is something that is not very great,
sometimes I can't even walk straight,
Injuries are just so anouying and i hate them so much,
Id rather be playing then stuck on a crutch!
Jenni Gust
I don't like smoothies
ReplyDeletethey are weird and gross
and always have banana chunks in them
I don't like Dr.Seuss
his books are scary and
the words he makes up are creepy
I don't like when people kill things
like snakes or rabbits
because they think it's fun or funny
because it's not
it's sick
I hate water that tastes weird
the end
i hate the whining and complaining
ReplyDeleteall the backstabbing and harsh words
one minute you say we are friends
the next you pretend i do not exist
i am sick and tired of this game
between us was nothing wrong
what is the matter now?
weeks go by, and things stay the same
i hear the things you say behind my back
and can only stand there disappointed
for this is not the person you truly are
you are much better than that
but you are blind to how i feel
as you just keep on walking by
there will be a day you will see
but i am afraid that it will be too late
as i will have moved on to better things
where i won’t have to feel such pain
different, that is how everything will be
we will move on, but our friendship not
your chance to do right is lost
Six, six, six, three+three.
ReplyDeleteIf you make me touch silk,
I'll run away into a tree.
I hate a lot of fabrics
Especially when my nails scratch them.
When I hear Christina itch her clothes
My eyes meet hers and dirty-look them.
I'm a horrible poet when I'm in a hurry
But sometimes it turns out a little funny.
Even numbers, even numbers...
Except three because three+three = six (even #).
OCDOCDOCDOCDOCDOCDOCDOCDOCD