I Am Rebel
Biography of I Am Rebel
i don't know. i'm just me. i cant describe myself but i like doing sporty stuff so its really annoying when i'm not allowed to. but anywy. i'll let you get on reading the fantastic poems on here.
I Am Rebel's Works:
promise's journey (sort of)
I Am Rebel Poems
I'Ll Get Over It, I Have To
I know Heather Rebel has also published this, I am her also, but I have changed this one a bit. An updated version you might call it. I can’t help but wonder what she thinks of me, The poser looking for a way to her affections,
Music - A Global Language
Music is a global language But it comes in many forms Rock, classical, pop, techno, rap Yet they all have something in common
My Life (Abi Griffin)
My life is what i choose it to be I will run, scream, shout and hide whenever i want to Sometimes i am happy, sad or just naturally me Sometimes i wish i could change things
A Rhyming Poem
I am trying to write A rhyming poem I am sitting in a tent A random word, ok, Bowem
run, just run forget everyone else they don't matter now keep running, never look back
The feel of summer Caressing my face As I run
Why Do We Love When All It Causes Is Pai...
Why do we love? Because we need to feel wanted We need to know someone cares We have to feel included
school life is supposed to be interesting, but in reality school life is, well, to put it bluntly, hell. but i can't say that when inspectors come, they tell me to pretend everythings rosy here
Nature - Earth's Beauty
Nature is Earth's Beauty The lifeforce of our world Trees, bushes, even animals All natural natural, all important
Wide, Open Spaces
oh how i love those wide open spaces the calling of nature where man has not yet intruded and we can be free
this failing star Has had it's time once before it shined so bright but now, it fades and dies
Chasing My Dreams
My dream: to be loved Another dream: to teach To love teaching And to teach how to love
Names - What Do They Mean Really?
What are names, really? Are they are just a title? Something to hide behind? A cover?
Through The Night...
Through the night things change
By just a whisper, a breath, sigh
For the good and for the bad
Anything can happen
People die, people are born
Days flash by and nobody cares
From one to the next, and nobody realises
Night-shifts, sleeping, sitting up in the dark
And the witching hour arrives