this way a poem i wrote about a few mosts ago.
a new way to play
the game of
love,what can i
say? this is
how the game
is played.a chance
on romance could
lead to deppression
and possibly
aggression.kiss
and tell some of
us will fail and
live to tell
the tail.why
are we doing this?
some of us will be kissed
oleh our macth that
stichs out like a
pacth;what`s the
cacth?even though it may
seem like fun,
is it a pun?are they
trying to make money
which equals honey
what is this?!
i quit!no it`s
to late!we`ll
have to accept
our fate.now that we`re
trapped we feel
like crap.they`ll
pay for what
they`ve done.all
those son of a
guns.when the time
comes,they wouldent
dare 2 care,why
should they?when the`re
getting payed.we
lost and this is
the cost,the way the
cinta game was made,
we all got played.
a new way to play
the game of
love,what can i
say? this is
how the game
is played.a chance
on romance could
lead to deppression
and possibly
aggression.kiss
and tell some of
us will fail and
live to tell
the tail.why
are we doing this?
some of us will be kissed
oleh our macth that
stichs out like a
pacth;what`s the
cacth?even though it may
seem like fun,
is it a pun?are they
trying to make money
which equals honey
what is this?!
i quit!no it`s
to late!we`ll
have to accept
our fate.now that we`re
trapped we feel
like crap.they`ll
pay for what
they`ve done.all
those son of a
guns.when the time
comes,they wouldent
dare 2 care,why
should they?when the`re
getting payed.we
lost and this is
the cost,the way the
cinta game was made,
we all got played.
i was a normal 18 tahun old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( lebih like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i berkata " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he berkata " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he berkata " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
inch oleh inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
kupu-kupu of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to cinta it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the hari I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for anda love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place anda could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with lebih api then anda could ever imagine.
lebih passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the hari I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real bola basket coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for anda love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place anda could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with lebih api then anda could ever imagine.
lebih passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the hari I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
--------------------------------
This is dedicated to my first real bola basket coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
atau I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told oleh hidden scars
Unable to tampil themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
atau I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told oleh hidden scars
Unable to tampil themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.