In looking back I realize
The first time is a measure
I'll use to weigh my memories
That tommorrow I will treasure
First kiss, first date
First phone call
First one to hold my hand
First time to feel
The kind of love
I hardly understand
Yet after careful viewing
If it won't hold up to light
I'll have another " first time"
To try and get it right
( i used abcb rhyme scheme,)
Monday, April 14, 2008
Lanlord (4)
There are many things in life I hate
Fussing, Fighting, and arguments
People all around me make me sick
No one around me won't pay rent
They want to come in and out my house from their little stupid date
People wave to me and speak and not a penny sent
Children cry and yell like little monkeys and play the kiddie tricks
Im out of this place all of my clothes and every piece of lent
Fussing, Fighting, and arguments
People all around me make me sick
No one around me won't pay rent
They want to come in and out my house from their little stupid date
People wave to me and speak and not a penny sent
Children cry and yell like little monkeys and play the kiddie tricks
Im out of this place all of my clothes and every piece of lent
Broken Heart (3)
A broken heart is never right
Especially when it leads to a fight
It is like a cup with a hole in it
Or as wrong with a chair with no sit
Flirt, Flake, and Fall is the three ways to mess up
You break it, its broke
Now your bruised
And now you're like the cup
Especially when it leads to a fight
It is like a cup with a hole in it
Or as wrong with a chair with no sit
Flirt, Flake, and Fall is the three ways to mess up
You break it, its broke
Now your bruised
And now you're like the cup
The funny bunny (2)
There once was a funny bunny who hopped, hopped, hopped
A tree could have been in front of him and he would just keep going
All the trees would laugh at him but he never stopped
The birds would just sit in their trees loooking and sewing
One day he hopped to far
And danger was ahead
He hopped in the street and there was a car
All the trees and birds ran to see what happened and they found the bunny dead
A tree could have been in front of him and he would just keep going
All the trees would laugh at him but he never stopped
The birds would just sit in their trees loooking and sewing
One day he hopped to far
And danger was ahead
He hopped in the street and there was a car
All the trees and birds ran to see what happened and they found the bunny dead
The Bee (1)
Little bee buzz
Like a ringing phone
But the bee is not happy
And it buzzes anyway
The sadness of this little buzzing bee
Reminds me of a poor person
With no food
Maybe thats why it buzzes
Like a ringing phone
But the bee is not happy
And it buzzes anyway
The sadness of this little buzzing bee
Reminds me of a poor person
With no food
Maybe thats why it buzzes
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Still I Rise
Every other day someone around me dies
The screaming, the yelling the misfortunate cries
No one understands the dangerous game
They will never understand that we will always be the same
Colors, Colors! why does it matter what we wear
Step up to real people ohno they wouldn't dare
But with all the blood ties and the pain
I will live through the rain and still i rise
The screaming, the yelling the misfortunate cries
No one understands the dangerous game
They will never understand that we will always be the same
Colors, Colors! why does it matter what we wear
Step up to real people ohno they wouldn't dare
But with all the blood ties and the pain
I will live through the rain and still i rise
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)