Author Topic: I wrote a poem about my day  (Read 1261 times)

entire poem has a double meaning

Hanging from the ladder of the helicopter, I see you; Trapped with the monsters you call my name; I cannot reach you but I can see you; It breaks my heart to see the monsters hurt you; I hold my hand out for you, but I know you wont take it; You are the guardian of chaos.


when I see you smile
i just stop and stare for a while
cause you're amazing
just the way you are

OP's poem is about Minecraft and his gay fantasies

GASP!
A deeper meaning!
RUUUUN!

Put it in the context of me having love with sorrel.


My day:

Hands moving slowly
On the wall
All around me I hear shouting.
Shouts of rage, joy, and "hurr mw3"
Everyone, y u buy game same as last one?
Then I go to sleep.

My day:

stuff
Poop
mondays
Vitamin Water
forget Hoes
Get Money

entire poem has a double meaning

Hanging from the ladder of the helicopter, I see you; Trapped with the monsters you call my name; I cannot reach you but I can see you; It breaks my heart to see the monsters hurt you; I hold my hand out for you, but I know you wont take it; You are the guardian of chaos.
So, you want to help those beyond your ability to help? Even when they would hurt you?
You are a good person.

So, you want to help those beyond your ability to help? Even when they would hurt you?
You are a good person.
This is true, I also enjoy volunteering at the senior center and helping random strangers that I see struggling. c:

But this poem is about me and my home room teacher and how the kids disrespected the him so much that it even affected me. Like today, the bratty kids made me snap and I told all of them (4/9) how much of a disgrace they are to society and that they should apologize to Mr.__ for being so rude and disrespectful to him because he is like one if the nicest teachers in the school and it's a privilege to have him teach. I've stuck by his side, help defended him but I couldn't take watching the kids be that mean to him anymore. So, I changed my home room without telling him and when he saw me in the hall he looked hurt. Then I had to go because I started crying. I should have stayed but I couldn't. ;~;

my poem:

There once was a man from Nantucket
Who put all his cash in a bucket
When the banks all went under
From the housing blunder
He said "haw haw you all can suck it".

when I see you smile
i just stop and stare for a while
cause you're amazing
just the way you are

Is it strange that the radio happens to be playing that downstairs? :O

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I suck at poems,
Refrigerator.

violets are blue
roses are red
message to davy
get in my bed