Girl, you're so fake parading around with that orange skin you think thats hot? well baby its so not Add Comment I probably wont be posting many more poems on here sence the class i did this for is now complete. My page views have jumped though and i would like to know why all these obviously not real named people keep on commenting things that do not make sence. Please grow up and post something meaningful and leave your email so i can write you back. Thank you. Locked doors, video cameras, and guards just like a prison we might as well just wear an orange jumpsuit and be shakeled at the feet and hands The white bricks so cold and uncaring blocking and sucking the good feelings Four minutes to sprint into the hall and slide into your new class and be on lockdown for 41 minutes How long have i been sitting here staring at this sight i honestly don't think I have the might to stop and think about the light and maybe go fly a kite and stop thinking about that fight that happened so long ago in the dark night filling my mind with ideas of a flight but that never can be right But how can you ever know what hand to take up in anything how can you know what is the right thing to ever do Then here is the place i sat right beside the old, worn hat that once was the color black i ponder on the ideas that used to be a map to this world that we all live in like a cat and the flags left to flap pointlessly in the wind just like a fat wallet in a flawless world Is fur that important to wear after all? It should never be acceptable to mame The foxs jumping around in the fall Shot dead for others personal gain The feel of that soft expensiveness All the adoring looks from the clans But on the inside they're lieing and care less About you and your money and dirty hands Alligators, the kings of the swamp lands Left by himself, cold and lifeless all alone The peacocks left laying face down in the sands and all just so humans can parade around home The foxs, alligators, and peacocks Used for humans and left face down in rocks Oh my precious Macaroni and Cheese the way you sit there just waiting to have water poured all over you and heated up Spinning around like a tornado boiling and bubbling softening the sweet small noodles Taking you out slowly to make sure you don't burn me like so many others have in the past Ripping open the packet i pour the golden podwer all over you and you instantly melt right into it I'm roaming down a road It's December the twenty fourth Perplexed by the sights That i'm seeing tonight Why are trees and houses all covered in multi colored lights? Who is this man, with a white beard and dressed in red? Why are they singing beautiful music about a baby, born this day? It's Christmas, a time of rejoicing and gift giving. . . I think The star set atop the tree It is the king It is the queen of Christmas Shimmering Shinging Glowing Even in the darkest of nights A desolate tree set apart from each of it's companions Yet, it shines the brightest The blues, whites, and pinks Casting a beautiful glow on the surrounding snow Leaving a calm, stunning, silence Anticipation fills the Night air, the snow Gently flows to the ground E thusiasm Lays within everyones eyes | AuthorShelby Woodside About MeHello! Thank you for visiting my poetry page. I am a high school student and I enjoy creating my own things and participating in many things. I am part of Colorguard in the Marching Band and i also commit myself to the all class play, musical, and recenently, powderpuff football. I would highly appreciate it if you would comment on my poems and let me know how i am doing.
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