I can’t really decide what I think is better so I’d like to hear everyones voices : remember everyone gets a voice so don’t bash one persons opinion k.

wow I simply can’t believe that this is my tenth poem:

The day I fell uncontious a memoir by Paige 04

It was an ordinary day in kindergarden. Kids playing pirates and arguing about who is going to be captain, and a clique of girls inspecting other girls seeing if they could ride the ” Princess Carrige” which looks a great deal like a red wagon. While ….I was in my own world of mermaids and romantic adventures. Reality was bliss to me like a married couple not knowing what lies ahead…………………( to be continued)

sry just a little teaser but I can assure you it is one of my best works yet and besides the next part comes out Wednesday so be patient readers. By the way someone askd me out I soooo excited :).

I wrote this poem last night: Bubbly people are great it’s the overly bubbly people to watch out for. I wonder what I would see inside of a overly bubbly person? In my opinion if I took a look inside all I would see is soap bubbles. Only be with extremely bubbly people on a good day but if you catch them in a bad mood all the bubbles will pop and all that is left is a shallow puddle of soapy, water.

p.s. I am not tying to offend anyone I am just thinking outside the box.

I’m one poem away from my tenth, my tenth poem will be special, my poem will be a memoir in a vinette style so I hope you guys are will like it to because this next piece of work I feel will be one of my best pieces so I am looking forward to showing it to you.

My apolegies for the lengh of this poem this is my most recent and rot a little rusty in fact I have not written any new poems since a few weeks ago no matter I will find a inspiration.

Here is my poem: ” See that old man refusing to take a shower there?” Said the old lady with a look of the past, ” He used to be that once.” while pointing at a photograph the size of a playing card lying on top of a crossword puzzle. A young man was staring at me with such blue eyes that you felt stranded in the middle of a vast ocean which could give the feeling of being shrinked a little. His blond hair looked like a field of golden wheat planted neatly and mowed. Isee the same man today except the field of wheat had turned into a few long, gray cat whiskers placed randomly on his bald head. Same blue eyes the only thing that has changed is the skin that loosened to hold the eye-boggling, blue marbles. It makes me wonder why we couldn’t shed our skin like snakes and leave with smoother, tighter, more youthful looking skin. I’snt growing old such a curious thing?

People effect me like stickers on a binder, they eventually fall off of get ripped off, but the sticky substance is still left behind

Sry everyone who has been my poetry readers it has been awhile things have been preety hectic lately but anyways here is my one line poem:

My mind is in a parallel universe of its own, in my mind thoughts and dreams are brother and sister….and fantasy is the grandmother wishing how life could be

Everyday I am reborn. The sheets and comforters of my bed covers my face and body. I hear a voice saying,”It’s time to get up.” It takes time for a delivery to have progress. I open my eyes and find light glowing through the womb I was enclosed in. I fall but hey humans don’t just start walking when their just born. So when someone says to me ,” I wasn’t born yesterday.” I’ll answer , ” Yes you were born yesterday and the day before that and will for many days to come.

My name is short and sweet like cotton candy, once you say the name it dissolves in your mouth leaving the sugary taste.

These bangles bruise my arm, sliding on it like a mischievious game their circular mouths laughing at my ridicule. They weigh me down one side like wieghts trying to see me fall. One is blue the color of tears trying to make me cry but I won’t let them and when I split them apart they get angry at me as if they don’t hate me enough.

I compare a persons life to a rose every year we get older a petal falls unless someone takes a deathly toll and a child is forced to pick those years away,

My life is nothing but a piece of white soap that hasn’t been used Im sitting in my case waiting to be given a chance. At this peak of my life there isn’t much excitement. My life has changed by the mere taste of a glazed dough nut. Now my colors are brightening and my life isn’t completely bleached, now I’m a peach.