Loss is like a punch in my heart,
Losing is like losing your pride,
why do people like winning again?
People don't like the feeling when someone took their pride.
Saturday, 18 November 2017
Thursday, 7 July 2016
Lilly
Lilly are you a billy.
Lilly wonder what you'd be if I caught attention to myself, stab with red pure blood, leaking through my eyes, wonder if I could fly in the sky, but all those are just lies.
Lilly would you hold a thousands of candles, would you have a cold heart.
Lilly wonder what you'd be if I caught attention to myself, stab with red pure blood, leaking through my eyes, wonder if I could fly in the sky, but all those are just lies.
Lilly would you hold a thousands of candles, would you have a cold heart.
I miss you Mummy
I miss you Mummy...
I wait until 9:00 and go to bed like you tuck me in even if your not there.
I'd push myself on the swing if your not there to push me.
I made friends in kindergarten.
I miss you Mummy...
You'd read me a book when It was my bed time.
You would help me with my boo boos but since your not here, i fix them.
Mummy I hope your still in my heart.
On your death day me and Dad would put flowers near your grave, we would have your favorite take away and go to your favorite place.
I miss you Mummy and i always will.
I wait until 9:00 and go to bed like you tuck me in even if your not there.
I'd push myself on the swing if your not there to push me.
I made friends in kindergarten.
I miss you Mummy...
You'd read me a book when It was my bed time.
You would help me with my boo boos but since your not here, i fix them.
Mummy I hope your still in my heart.
On your death day me and Dad would put flowers near your grave, we would have your favorite take away and go to your favorite place.
I miss you Mummy and i always will.
Sunday, 3 July 2016
A little in me
A little in me is not enough, my heart is cold, at school in the heat as I hold my bag. When someone cheers me up I would laugh and smile.
But thats not enough. I will stay cold heart. I know I do not cry but my skin is cold even if i'm in the heater. People would try to warm me up but.
A little of me is happiness, the whole is cold.
Saturday, 2 July 2016
Mary The Flower (MUST READ)
"Oh Mary contrary how does your garden grow, Come with me and you'll be the seventh maid in a row.
My answer was laughter softer as I lowered my head.
Your too late I'm afraid this flower is already dead".
I grabbed my shovel and dig the dead flower and carefully put the dead flower into the pot. Smiled cheerfully at the man. I offered my hand.
He said, "Oh Mary contrary how does your garden grow, Come with me and you'll be the seventh maid in a row. I took my hand down and was took my shovel. "I don't know how my garden grow sir, it is passion, love, caring and helpfulness. I dance and sing around my garden for 2 minutes, then a spot of gold appears it was sparkly like no one could hold. I don't know how I grow my garden it maybe magic from your spirit".
The man looked at me confusingly and took a breathe. One step back I took and look frighteningly. He grabbed a shovel and walked closer to my Garden. I took 3 small steps forward and leaned towards the man.
The man digged the garden, smashing my delicious fruit, damaging the beautiful colored flowers. "STOP"!, I shouted grabbing the shovel trying to take it off the man. I hold onto the shovel and kept saying, no, no, no, you can't. The man pushed me into the dirt and carried on damaging my garden. I crossed my legs oppisite directions covering my face sitting and cried. I was weak, my voice was too feeble to shout or even talk loud. My voice was soft like a whisper. I was crying and crying.
Everyone remember the story and this poem, always remember the poem:
"Oh Mary contrary how does your garden grow, Come with me and you'll be the seventh maid in a row.
My answer was laughter softer as I lowered my head.
Your too late I'm afraid this flower is already dead".
The dead flower was her happiness and the mans happiness, the lady had her happiness, but the man destroyed the garden because he had no happiness, he wanted the lady to feel like him.
My answer was laughter softer as I lowered my head.
Your too late I'm afraid this flower is already dead".
I grabbed my shovel and dig the dead flower and carefully put the dead flower into the pot. Smiled cheerfully at the man. I offered my hand.
He said, "Oh Mary contrary how does your garden grow, Come with me and you'll be the seventh maid in a row. I took my hand down and was took my shovel. "I don't know how my garden grow sir, it is passion, love, caring and helpfulness. I dance and sing around my garden for 2 minutes, then a spot of gold appears it was sparkly like no one could hold. I don't know how I grow my garden it maybe magic from your spirit".
The man looked at me confusingly and took a breathe. One step back I took and look frighteningly. He grabbed a shovel and walked closer to my Garden. I took 3 small steps forward and leaned towards the man.
The man digged the garden, smashing my delicious fruit, damaging the beautiful colored flowers. "STOP"!, I shouted grabbing the shovel trying to take it off the man. I hold onto the shovel and kept saying, no, no, no, you can't. The man pushed me into the dirt and carried on damaging my garden. I crossed my legs oppisite directions covering my face sitting and cried. I was weak, my voice was too feeble to shout or even talk loud. My voice was soft like a whisper. I was crying and crying.
Everyone remember the story and this poem, always remember the poem:
"Oh Mary contrary how does your garden grow, Come with me and you'll be the seventh maid in a row.
My answer was laughter softer as I lowered my head.
Your too late I'm afraid this flower is already dead".
The dead flower was her happiness and the mans happiness, the lady had her happiness, but the man destroyed the garden because he had no happiness, he wanted the lady to feel like him.
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