I am just like everyone else on here; i write, go to school, eat and sleep. But i love all art: Poetry, regular art, music, etc... I play the Viola at school, i have played it for 2 1/2 years. Everyone says i am really good. I want to learn how to play the guitar soon. my Dream job is to go to college and be a veternarian. While on the job, taking pictures of the animals. Agian another thing of ... more »
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Kayla ... Poems
Scary movies, You can watch ‘em Get scared, Feel paranoid,
Random weird Poem
I don’t know why I am writing this poem But it’s late at night and I am not as tired as before Writing poems is like breathing for me I love ‘em
We NEED THEM! ! ! ! ! teacher appreciati...
Teachers are like the air we breathe Without it, there’s just no way to live Teachers are like the gas pedal on a car Without it, we can’t go on
The Image of a Broken Guitar
An old beat up Guitar Can be ugly In a way
Oh what I could do when the Internet is ...
When the internet is down There is no one around Can’t check your e-mail And can’t even play a game
without any sleep one can get grouchy! !...
Early in the morning I wake up Trying to get some sleep But I can’t For 2 hours I lie in bed trying to ketch some sleep
You can run but, you can't hide; they're...
You can’t run or hide There’s no place, No matter where you go they’ll FIND YOU! ! ! It’s the teachers,
Two Different Kinds of Friends
Some of them aren’t your friends They are backstabbers Then again some of them are to there to give you a little push To let you know they’re there for ya
A Tired Feeling! ! !
When you’re tired You get this feeling, When you can’t keep your eyes open Or you can’t walk
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You can watch ‘em
Feel like someone is stalking you
Have a bad nightmare
Then go to your mom and dad’s bedroom.
All people tell us they aren’t real
But how do they know that
They aren’t the author of the story
They can’t tell you it isn’t real
For all we know
There could be something or someone in your closet
Just waiting to eat you ALIVE! ! !