Our teacher's multi-talented.
He plays gitar and sings.
He paints impressive pictures
and can juggle twenty rings.

He dances like an expert,
he can mambo, tap and waltz.
He's also quite a gymnast,
doing airborne somersaults.

He's something of a swimmer.
He's a champion at chess.
It's difficult to find a skill
that he does not possess.

He speaks a dozen languages.
He's great at racing cars.
He's masterful at fighting bulls,
and studying the stars.

He's good at climbing mountains.
He can wrestle with a bear.
The only thing we wish he'd learn
is how to comb his hair.

I bought a pet banana
and I tried to teach him tricks,
but he wasn't any good at
catching balls atau fetching sticks.

He could never catch a Frisbee,
and he wouldn't sit atau speak,
though we practiced every afternoon
and evening for a week.

He refused to shake atau wave atau crawl
atau beg atau take a bow,
and I tried, but couldn't make him bark
atau get him to meow.

He was terrible at playing dead.
He couldn't jump a rope.
When he wouldn't do a single trick
I simply gave up hope.

Though I liked my pet banana,
I returned him with regret.
Boy, I sure do hope this watermelon
makes a better pet.

Another hari has dawned opon
another night for me to cry
the Cinta i hav e is hidden deep
the pain i only feel
say your sorry
say anda care
but your not
i know anda dont care
take me back
to the heavens
where i use to be
take me back wher i was born
where i once fell
i was born from the devil
from the pits of hell
where death is the only life
i cry myself to sleep
i morn over my lost
but its to late to save me
its to late agian
i have my own pain
and i carry yours
i can hadel it all
some call me the devil
some call mean fallen angel
but all call me me
all i do is ask for one thing
to be loved
its not a quickend death
it taked it time
but soon itll come

Our teacher sings The Beatles.
She must know every song.
We ask her please to stop
but she just sings, "It Won't Be Long."

And then she croons like Elvis.
She clearly thinks it's cool.
And if we beg her not to
she just belts out, "Don't be Cruel."

She then does Michael Jackson.
It drives us nearly mad.
We have to cover up our ears
because she's singing, "Bad."

She winds up with The Wiggles
atau else a Barney song,
and, even worse, she tells us all
that we should sing along.

It's all my fault she does this.
I feel like such a fool.
I wish I'd never brought
my karaoke box to school.

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I miss you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Lost in the cold world

Do anda miss me?
I miss you
Does another little girl Cinta you?
I kinda hope so

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I am sorry for leaving you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do anda hate me?
I don't hate you

Mommy says to get over you
But I cry and say I want you
Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do anda still cry for me?
I still cry for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I never wanna grow up

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Do anda still cry "Mama" for me?
Because I still cry "Baby" for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I'm sorry for dropping you
I'm sorry for losing you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
Mommy bought me a new one
But she still isn't as fun like you

Santa will anda bring her back to me?
Will anda bungkus, balut her in a bow all nice and pretty?
Clean her up and make her nice?

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I pray every night for you

Baby Doll
Baby Doll
I know anda will come back to me soon.

A Wanderer A Dreamer



i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
anda were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh

i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house atau fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars

anda didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
anda berkata your chance at Cinta had past anda by
i told I'm here so don't anda cry

our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light

anda were like my Juliet and i your romeo
anda Cinta me i Cinta anda that's all i need to know
no longer will anda dream of Cinta that's true
no longer will i wander my cari has led to you

Ros are red.
Violets are blue.
Creative juices aren't flowing into my brain.
To create that electrical spark.
That makes the light bulb go blink.

Should the verses rhythm.
This poem is not sublime.
What the heck am I doing?
All I know is that Ros are red.
And violets are indeed blue.
--
Just a poem I wrote for a school project that I thought was good and funny enough to share with the rest of anda guys. I hope anda somewhat enjoyed it. Thanks for Membaca regardless, and have a delightful, magical day. Cheers yo.

One small crack, just one comment
It only took one day
To convince her life had a price
A cost she couldn't pay
Happiness was priced too high
Hopes dashed, she turned away

Esteem it took years to build
Torn down in one day
Years later, she still believes
What caused her mind to fray
She thinks she is not enough
And so she wastes away

Finally someone notices
Her life changes that day
Someone menunjukkan that they care
Three words is all they say
Simple words she needs to hear
They ask, "Are anda okay?"



~an original poem sejak me~

~check out me and lebih of my puisi and Penulisan at quotev.com/sliverofstarlight~

On this lonely road
I let my thoughts to fly
with this calm wind
and my warm tears drip fast,
Too fast as my hati, tengah-tengah is yet calm...


This burden I have carried
For so long,
Now all I need is to be free,
To see sunny days with whole
its brightness,
Its calmness.


The path is still muddy
And wind still blows,
Playing this symphony for the
Lame's ones,
For the ones whose voices no one hears.


I was born to be the queen
Of sorrow,
To hate the ones who are like me,
To lament infinitely
With this loneliness and questions
That grieve my tormented soul.


My days,
Filled with the same pahit past
Enter deep into my mind,
Screaming and sobbing
In this dark room inside my brain
Where only God sees
the storm and mud and weeds of
My darkened thoughts.


I fear to travel there,
Inside my darkness and woe,
I fear to go back there,
I'd rather find some shell to
Run away,
Run away from myself.

I'm the toughest pastry maker who has ever baked a cake.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my cookies, biskut and my Kek Cawan will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.

anda have never seen a danish atau a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
anda can chew on them till doomsday, anda can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.

anda can whack them with a hammer, anda can hit them with a stick.
anda can stab them with a dagger, anda can beat them with a brick.
anda can drop them from an airplane, anda can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.

I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage anda to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" atau "water," I use Crazy Glue.

Peter passed a note today.
He gave the note to Anna.
She opened it and read it,
then she passed it on to Hannah.

The note made Hannah giggle
so she handed it to Cody,
who read it with a smile before
he slid the note to Brody.

Then Brody read the contents
and he gave it to Luann,
who opened it and chuckled
and directed it to Dan.

He read it with a snicker,
then he tossed the note to Jon
who couldn't help but chortle
as he passed it on to Sean.

The teacher heard us laughing
and she saw what Sean was holding.
She walked across the room
and took the note he was unfolding.

We thought we'd get in trouble,
but she gave it back to Sean
and smiled because it read,
"The teacher's awesome. Pass it on."