Why are u so blind?
Why can't u see?
Just take a moment to look past the Reflection and into the mirror into my eyes.
I hear u laugh and sneer when I approach and when I walk away u spare no glance.
Why must u laugh?
Why don't u care?
I know u see the scars
I know u don't care
Why don't u care?
Why can't u see how much u mean too me?
This is it I am done
I walk away
no longer afraid
Why didn't I look behind?
Why could I not see your Tear stricken face?
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Why should I care?
Why can't u see?
Just take a moment to look past the Reflection and into the mirror into my eyes.
I hear u laugh and sneer when I approach and when I walk away u spare no glance.
Why must u laugh?
Why don't u care?
I know u see the scars
I know u don't care
Why don't u care?
Why can't u see how much u mean too me?
This is it I am done
I walk away
no longer afraid
Why didn't I look behind?
Why could I not see your Tear stricken face?
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Why should I care?
Take a breath,
Then shout,
In just that seconde a war could break out.
Peace to war,
Good to evil,
A trator rises,
and Good is divided.
For some u must watch,
Some u must trust,
And for some u can't do anything at all.
This is the final uur for man to dwell,
The last chance for humankind,
The final minutes,
Then seconds.
One word means a lot,
Between friendship and enemies,
Love and hate,
Promises broken and kept.
The final uur matters most in the end.
vrienden and enemies make up,
Families hold on to each other,
Never wanting for that last breath to leave,
And the timer goes off.
And the world is lost forever.
Then shout,
In just that seconde a war could break out.
Peace to war,
Good to evil,
A trator rises,
and Good is divided.
For some u must watch,
Some u must trust,
And for some u can't do anything at all.
This is the final uur for man to dwell,
The last chance for humankind,
The final minutes,
Then seconds.
One word means a lot,
Between friendship and enemies,
Love and hate,
Promises broken and kept.
The final uur matters most in the end.
vrienden and enemies make up,
Families hold on to each other,
Never wanting for that last breath to leave,
And the timer goes off.
And the world is lost forever.
Man owes his native land,
Where he got his birth and breath,
He owes to the golden sand,
That gave a home, to live to death.
Land that bore his young body,
And brought up little soul,
Like a smith,who shapes a stone,
To shape its fate on whole.
Land where he read and wrote,
Where seeds of deeds,he sowed,
Land that gave him,name and fame,
And showed him the success road.
Now when he's got his way,
Must not forget he's to pay,
To love, to cherish native land,
That loved him,blessed him with pray.
He must work what's for good,
To fight for right, must not shy,
He must do what he learnt in book,
To take his land,to height of sky.
Where he got his birth and breath,
He owes to the golden sand,
That gave a home, to live to death.
Land that bore his young body,
And brought up little soul,
Like a smith,who shapes a stone,
To shape its fate on whole.
Land where he read and wrote,
Where seeds of deeds,he sowed,
Land that gave him,name and fame,
And showed him the success road.
Now when he's got his way,
Must not forget he's to pay,
To love, to cherish native land,
That loved him,blessed him with pray.
He must work what's for good,
To fight for right, must not shy,
He must do what he learnt in book,
To take his land,to height of sky.
I come home pagina and their fighting.
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My vrienden dont understand!
I come home pagina again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my hart-, hart like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my vrienden lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
I hate it! I want to tell them to stop.
But I cant, because Im stuck in the middle.
They tug me, playing with me.
I cant handle the pain!
When I go to school no one can see my pain.
I fake my happiness.
I want to go hide in a corner and cry.
But I cant.
Because no one lends a shoulder to cry on.
My vrienden dont understand!
I come home pagina again, and my parents pull me.
Ripping my hart-, hart like a angry raven.
My siblings, they... they... leave me there. Alone.
I feel alone.
Deserted.
No where I feel happy.
Because Im alone.
Why cant anyone see?
Why cant my parents stop fighting?
Why cant my vrienden lend a hand?
Why cant my siblings pull me to my feet?
Why am I alone?
First, I will get 12 players.
They will write a free verse poem in the articles.
Then, my special sponsers (judges)
*There will b 5* will read them and choose 4 people 2 compete aginst each other.
I will put a forum called: The Game of Poems ~ Week 1.
In the forum I will put a pic that u hav 2 base ur poem on.
The judges will choose 2 people from the 4 competitors. Finally, those 2 will write a poem about a different pic I put in the forum.
The "special sponsers" (judges) will choose who wins the whole game.
AFTER ALL OF THIS ABOVE WE WILL DO ANOTHER GAME. PLAYERS IN THE BEFORE GAMES CAN PLAY AGAIN TO SEE IF THEY HAVE LEARNED SOME NEW "poem tricks" THEY COULD TRY OUT.
U may also post pictures! :) If u have any vragen please ask!
Don't forget 2 answer my question! Whach of these pics look meer descriptive? Don't foret!
They will write a free verse poem in the articles.
Then, my special sponsers (judges)
*There will b 5* will read them and choose 4 people 2 compete aginst each other.
I will put a forum called: The Game of Poems ~ Week 1.
In the forum I will put a pic that u hav 2 base ur poem on.
The judges will choose 2 people from the 4 competitors. Finally, those 2 will write a poem about a different pic I put in the forum.
The "special sponsers" (judges) will choose who wins the whole game.
AFTER ALL OF THIS ABOVE WE WILL DO ANOTHER GAME. PLAYERS IN THE BEFORE GAMES CAN PLAY AGAIN TO SEE IF THEY HAVE LEARNED SOME NEW "poem tricks" THEY COULD TRY OUT.
U may also post pictures! :) If u have any vragen please ask!
Don't forget 2 answer my question! Whach of these pics look meer descriptive? Don't foret!
