Biography of Kayla ...
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 art; i love to take picture of EVERYTHING! ! ! Especially the little animals/ creatures i find at my grandmothers cabin in Montana. Including the non-living animals. Plants for instance. There are the basics of my life (SO FAR) . So from here on read my poems please and comment them. Feel free to make suggestions! : D
Kayla ...'s Works:
None, with an exception of school yearbooks, and those books 1st and 2nd grade classes make.: D
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
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