Poems

after having some knowledge of the world after travelling for snowboarding you see some amnythings you would rather than being at home stuck in the square you live in.

A little girl sits on a park swing
a bruise on her face and a cut on her shin
sits by herself, all alone
now all the children, have gone home
her skirt is torn, her hair, a mess
shares no toys, has so much less
you sit gazing from your chair
look and wonder, but without a care
turning your head, looking away
not thinking, but yourself, nothing to say
the child, black face, sad empty eyes
that black darkness, fills the night skies
a bitter chill, runs down your spine
guilty concious tells you, not everythings fine
you climb from your chair, stand to see
you know the child must no longer be
a small rag blows from the swing
no child to be seen whats the future to bring?

this is not just related to children but every aspect in humanity, we sometimes get caought up in ourselves we forget about whats right, then its too late.....

i count the days till i can shred
when i'm stoaked to get outta bed
knowing ill be happy that day
coz i can go out and play
in my playground thats where ill be
up the hill just the mountain and me
park or pipe or out back
i'm one of few girls jibn double black
now thats its summer, and i'm in class
i wana tell the teacher to go suc my ass
i sit here, and dream of snow
when it falls, nobody knows
i miss that winter feeling, of friends and fun
here, i wait for those days to come
....still the numbers are getting smaller
where ill be 1000 ft taller.....

pink is passion
red is pain
they're similar colours
but not the same
yellow is happy
blue is sad
they're your emotions
that could make you go mad
violet is cautious
envey is green
it brings out the worst
and makes people mean
grey is too murkey
it makes you wana be bright n perkey
black is too dark
white is too plain
if we all wore the same colours
we'd all look the same.....

NOTE:
(this has nothing to do with racial colours)

Pimple pimple big red scar
like a boob inside a bra
its so sore i wana die
when i squeeze it hear me cry
pimple pimple big red scar
like aboob inside a bra....

(to the tune of twinkle twinkle.....)

dreaming of the perfect world
searching for some love
in my dreams its always spring
i'm the queen and your the king
...i feel like a barbie doll
with every accessory.....
i'm the kind of person...
every one wants to be
my blonde hair shines in the sun
out with ken i have fun
but when i wake my dreams arent true
i suddenly feel down and blue...

your thought are al happy
sitting high in your chair
but with other people
i guess you dont care
i can see an old man
walking alone in the street
with cuts on his hands
no shoes on his feet
youve got your family
to hug and to hold
but he has no one
by himself in the cold
your laying in bed
all warm at night
while the old man lies in a box
filled with fear and fright
one day you meet him
he asks for some change
of coarse you deny
why dont you feel shame?
years later you sorry
and you go back to see
the old man you ignore can no longer...BE