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Victory,

when I won

the spelling bee.

Victory,

when I found out my

poem is getting published.

Victory,

is different things

to everybody.

This is

what it is

to me.

Of the many cooked foods that wander our land,

There are none so delicious or tasty and grand

As the pizza, this food is just yummy and nice,

Hear the chef call “Buy Pizza! It’s only half price!”

You can eat it Hawaiian or with a double-cheese top,

You can buy it while frozen, packed up in a shop.

So pizza’s the deal, don’t take anything less!

What’s my favourite food? Go on, take a guess!

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I just started poems and I love them! I really enjoy making them up when I’m bored, and I have about six more!

They crawl into your heart and burn your insides.

They come from the pit where evil lies.

They show no mercy, compassion or kindness.

They feed on the weak, those with hunger and blindness.

They are the heralds of death,

The killers of joy.

They have only hatred for each girl and boy.

So run, run quick as the air.

For there’s Demons behind you, they bring only despair.

Butterflies flying all around my little belly.
Flutter.
Flutter.
Flutter-by
Chills when I hear your voice.
Bump.
Bump.
Bump-I-Ty bump bump.
When I speak, your name interrupts my every word.
Baby.
Dear.
Sweet heart.
Lovey Dovey Bear.
If love only exists with you
Then I want to love forever

My sister is a

fourteen-year old

who’s lots

of fun.

She always likes

to share her

political views

with everyone.

Sometimes she’s bossy,

and she can be mean.

She’s tall

and lean.

Sometimes we fight,

sometimes we bicker.

She is one of

the lights in my life

that never flicker.

Why are there so many

living in fear?

Why are there so many

who shed many

a tear?

Why is there no

help near?

Why are the

answers

so unclear?

My name is Ted
And I love bread
My grandmother is dead
Because she forgot to take her med
She died in bed
Her face was red
Her name was Fred
And since she is dead I filled her pockets with lead
And when she was almost dead to the doctor I sped!
Then the doctor said she was dead
Then I went to a ledge and thru her over board
She hit the water like a land lubber
She sank to the bottom and found a piece of rubber
So I jumped over-board
And I brought her to the circus
And now that she’s finely dead to the lion her body I fed
What was I Supposed to do leave her in her bead?
No because then she would eat my bread
My name is Ted
And I love bread
My name is Ted
And I am old
My name is Ted
And I am dead

Rudolph is misfit

He wears a fake nose

He lives in community and every one laught at him

The teacher in the scout screams at him because he gets scared by his bright red nose

Fortunately, a female reindeer says that’s ok

It makes Rudolph calm and be friend with her

At last, he can be helpful for santa clause

Rudolph is cool.

Narwhal is a unicorn whale

It has a horn like a hippo

It’s a toothed whale

It can leap

I like narwhal.

These people around me
They say they’re my friends
These people around me
Tell me they think I’m amazing
But then these people
That claim to be my friend
That claim to think so highly of me
They go around
Behind my back
They tell others things about me
Things even I didn’t know
These people around me
Are all two-faced
Are they really my friends?
Can I really trust
Can I really tell
Can I tell them all my secrets
All hopes and all my dreams
Do I have any true friends
That I can trust
Or am I the loner
I feel I must be

If you’re lost in the woods,

what would you do?

If you lost yourself,

who knew

that the person you’re acting like

is not you?

If you ever lose in life,

who would you turn to?

Remember

that there is always somebody,

something

to lead you back.

Passions.

Beliefs.

Are you willing to

stand up?

Take the road less taken

like Robert Frost?

Will you fight,

no matter what the cost?

I will.

To make sure these things of mine

are never lost.

Hey you!

Don’t change the way you look,

Nor the path which you take ,or the name of your book,

You are perfect the way you are,

You ways, your personality is like a bright beautiful star,

Don’t doubt that about you,

Because you don’t have a clue,

You don’t need to listen to all the boys and girls at school,

Their  brains and eyes are covered with wool,

Don’t doubt your face,

Because its totally amazing , just like outer space,

Your feet aren’t that fat,

And you don’t look worse than a scrawny rat,

Your beautiful my friend,

Don’t let that come to an end.

Hey you!

Don’t change the way you look,

Nor the path which you take ,or the name of your book,

You are perfect the way you are,

You ways, your personality is like a bright beautiful  star,

Don’t doubt that about you,

Because you don’t have a clue,

You don’t need to listen to all the boys and girls at school,

Their brains and eyes are covered with wool,

Don’t doubt your face,

Because its tottaly amazing ,just like outar space,

Your feet aren’t that fat,

And you don’t look worse than a scrawny rat,

Your beautiful my friend,

Don’t let that come to an end.

Falling on the bright street lights,

in the whisper of the night.

When the winter season comes,

nice for new, not for some.

Children jump and parents groan,

about the harsh and frigid cold.

Whispering softly as it falls,

and making love and care for all.

Sitting near the small porch light,

for no one sleeps now, tonight.

For he is coming here very soon,

in his sleigh up by the moon.

But it sits here, all day, all night

creating a beauutiful and pure white.

Falling on the bright street light,

first here, next out of sight.

darkness.

sadness and darkness swirl, becoming a blur.

thats what the world is. 

at least my world.

1 bright light shines. 

friends.

helping.

guiding.

being there.

they are always there

when the darkness comes.

Talking to you again
Its like a sigh of relief
Like the cool wind
On a hot summer’s day
A sigh of relief that blows through my life
That refills my lungs with air
During the time
You went missing from my world
It was like a state of war
Happening inside my head
Was like the dry Autumn evening
That makes you crave a breath of cool moist air
And now with you back in my life
The air is filling my lungs
The relief is filling my life
But today is different
This time isn’t the same
You aren’t the air keeping me alive
Just the gust helping it along
We’ll talk and reminisce
Of all the times
Good and bad
We’ll talk of our life
And what it has become
Nothing more
Nothing less
Just two friends
Figuring out a mess
Times will get better
We will perceiver
But you and I
Just talking as friends
Is something
I thought I would never hear

There is a road somewhere,
Somewhere unknown,
A road that stays,
Secret and alone.

Who knows where it leads,
But it goes where it needs,

I step across this broken road,
At night and during the day,
I stop and think about it ,every time I play,
My life will never be the same,
Its always going to be lame.

This broken road is my small little heart,
It leads its own way,
When I want it to stay,
But its time for it to go away.

My death is coming near,
Mother, please do stay clear,
The angels are waiting,
I will not live to go dating.

This broken road of mine,
Is healing as on time,
I’m happier and smiling,
I’m okay now Mother,
There’s no need to be lying.

Sobbing and moaning
Crying and whining
Bawling tears
Thinking of my sad sop story
Again and again
The story you and I had created
The story of me and you
A girl and a boy
So madly in love
Nothing could reach us
Nothing could break us apart
Until the day
We got in that fight
I think to myself
Was it really all worth it
Should I really have stood my ground
Was it worth losing you
Was it worth all the sorrow
But then I reminisce of all of our issues
Of all the control
All of the hate
All of the fear
Maybe holding my ground
And standing up for my right
Was really worth all the pain
As I continue my train of thought
And am thinking of how much I want you back
I remember the pain you had brought me
And decide I can never get you back
I can never take you back
So why am I crying?
The past is the past
Your in my past
But won’t be in my future
So why cry and moan
Over pain that seems never will be repaired
Over hurt that indicates it will never end
If I’m not going to fix it
If I’m not going to take you back
Then all my bawling
And all my sobs
Does nothing for me
It doesn’t help with the pain
It doesn’t help with the hurt
The one thing that can help
The only one thing
That can resolve my hurt
Is moving on
I won’t forget you
You won’t be too far
You’ll always be in my memory
But for now I have to set you aside
Because all my regret
And all my crying
All the memories we had made
None of it will help me
Get over you
None of it will guide me
Away from the pain
I’ll hold my head high
I’ll go on with my day
I’ll set you aside
But I won’t forget you
You just won’t be on my mind

I look in the mirror
And glance at the girl
Staring back at me
Shes not what I remember
Shes not what I’d expect
Sad eyes
Tear streaked face
Her usual chocolate brown eyes
Were red and puffed
The freckles that crossed her face
Were glazed over with dried up tears
This was not her
This can’t be me
What happened to my eyes
What happened to my face
This isn’t me
This isn’t right
And so I leave the mirror
And head o the bathroom to wash up
Glancing at the razor
And then to my wrist
I quickly leave the bathroom
In fear of myself
In fright of what I would do
What would happen
What would I do
Nothing good
Can come of this
I go back to my reflection
In the mirror
Hanging from my wall
Looking past the eyes
Looking past the glaze
The girl in the mirror
Still is me
The chocolate brown eyes
Still are there
The freckles
Are still there underneath the glaze
I’ll always be me
Regardless of the looks