Your Poem:

Your Poem:
Why do I refuse the present? That was my favorite toy. Was my Christmas gift, I found under the tree Santa really came from North Pole Lowering through the chimney Brought it just for me Cutest toy I ever had in so many years I want my toy back. Mom! He took my toy. I was playing it. He simply grabbed it and ran away She was so beautiful. She was a gift from the heaven I was really in love with her. It was indeed my first love. I bought her everything she wanted Gifts, dinners and more gifts I thought I bought her the best time in her life. I thought she thought we were forever He stole her, when I was not thinking They ran away when I was not looking No words of love separation. No last hugs No tears Not even a thank you note! Such a dry separation! Dryer than a desert sand Colder than the south pole Cold hearts Dry souls She was mine. Now, I am the only one crying Crying alone Yesterday was so warm to me Why do I have to freeze in the present? Does she secretly wipe her tears? Do the tears spell my name? What spell did he put on her? HOW TIME FLIES! Faster than a speeding bullet No you see it. Next second it is gone It went past by me so quickly. I could not even take a complete look at it I wanted to hold it, keep it, and treasure it. Forever, to be mine, and only mine Flies without any wings. Flirts with us even though it can’t talk. Comes again and again every tick of the clock. It is amazing how time flies! Why do we all live in the past? Sometimes, want to rush to the future! Standing on the beach, waves come gliding Along the sand, still wet Caressing my feet, rising to my ankles, Just to retreat, yet come gliding again Brine that I palmed seconds ago are dripping back to the ocean Yet my palm hopes to capture the water of the waves still not here Looking at the tall wave deep inside towards the horizon Rushing through towards me Waiting its turn among the other waves Unaware of the wave that just hit me Trying to wake me up from the dream Dream of the future, but yet lying on the present’s bed Tomorrow’s dreams will never be mine today Dreams and memories rob every second of the present When will I really let myself live? Run away from the past? Retreat from tomorrow? Arrive at the present. Back to really live!

Your Poem:
THIS PLACE:This place, this place, the place where the sun would cayse a soul to sream in pain. This place, a place where the souls of heros past sing there songs of death and glory beneath the grinning demon moon. This place, the place that we simply call "the waste".

Your Poem:
BULLYING There's a bully in our school He recons he's cool But I think he's a fool He bully's me And flicks me around as if i'm as small as a pea He steals my lunch money and thinks it's funny And says i'm as small as a bunny On the way home he makes me eat mud and calls me a spud

Your Poem:
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF NELSON MANDELA Iam Nelson Mandela a strong minded man whos got a brain of his own and a good soul. As far as i have witnessed Racisaim is a discrace to the Human race.