Forst time geting my own bicycle,
I was not with my uncle,
Riding my bicycle I was enable,
When holding I was not stable.
My aunt give me a timetable,
When we were at the table,
It was like her new responsible,
I feel myself in good confortable.
Few days When she was responsible,
Silance left me at the middle,
I went myself with my bicycle,
Without knowing she was not visible.
Only turning back at the angle,
See that She was not available,
Failing down and not be stable,
Riding at home I was disable.
After many days I become capable,
Riding It was my best perishable,
I could like to be famable,
At home I was very distable.
Categories:
forst, 1st grade, blessing, care,
Form: Rhyme
you'd awakened my soul again
as my dying mind drifted beyond
the tall pines of perlarcher forest
I'd mingled aimously about
the falling leaves as my heart roared
of a distant thunder that henceforth
became a solemn song of solidarity
oh how wise my soul stood seperate
from my coarse being catering
to the rough edges of the Bavarian Alps
drawing the crisp daffodils
silently surrounding the bottom
of the snowcapped plains
only fragments of me were left
as my body became a tomb
that in cased all thy youthfulness
that once glistened with the coming
of winters briskness how eloquent
the mere barbarism how bloody crude
nature existing within
the sultriness of a sparrow's eye
Categories:
forst, art, daffodils,
Form: Prose Poetry
I stand ready and willing
Face the fight ahead, I must live the past away
So here I sleep, in the absence of love and hate and all between
Over and for all, the end of the world
I beg to set free my hands of shackles
Imploring for the forgotten truth submersed in a dream of a lie
She came on a star, the ground will crumble beneath
Guiving light, shelter, and above all, love
Forst to my heart never be forgotten in time's breadth
The moments I sleep, her face is all I need
All she sees now is a killer, I think I'll kill her now
Categories:
forst, angst, teen,
Form: I do not know?