Biography of Bailey Logan
I am fifteen years old and in the 11th grade. I started writing poems because I felt like it. No sudden inspirations or cosmic coincidences, just boring old ''Cuz.' Most of my poems are slightly based off of life experience, but it seems as though I tend to write about someone else's experiences more than my own; for lack of a better phrase, I just like to step into someone else's shoes for a while. My personal favorites of mine are 'Gravity, ' 'Mr. Jones, ' 'Ode to a Molten Chocolate Cake, ' 'Where I'm From' and 'The Ultimate Temper Tantrum, ' but that's just me.
Bailey Logan Poems
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
He loves me, he loves me not Like a fairy tale
Before you say another word look me in the eye, it's over between you and me and don't bother saying goodbye.
Being the Devil's Advocate is a tricky role to play, a cast member to the side the man wearing a crooked toupee'
Mr. Jones walked around like he owned the whole entire town to stare him in the eye- even his foe would have to look down
Gravity pull me down sink me through the hole in the ground
Pablo The Pirate (Pablo El Pirata)
Blasted women! How could you do this to me? You told me you loved me and that you'd love me forever
I Can No Longer Stand...
I can no longer stand it the way you annoy us all the way you make us cringe I can no longer stand you
The light is brighter than the sun Nothing I've seen before I could never imagine a place such as this
Dream Of Contradiction
A friend of warmth born from the flames of the hearth however there arrived the blizzard on a frosty winter evening
Where I'M From
I’m not from the king Of Rock ‘n roll or otherwise But I am from a castle Maidens, dragons, noble steeds
Why Are You Leaving? (Porque Te Vayas)
Why are you walking so fast, daddy? Why are you so mad? Please be quiet I'm scared
Could she be a better friend? Hey, there's always room for Improvement, but she is a pretty Cool gal. Great too, she's
The drive is there, but the reason is missing... I can see
Why Couldn'T I Wait?
How close you were to me I knew I had but a chance I couldn't try to soon or late First I needed a sign or maybe even a glance
Get Over It
I broke up with you
three months ago
but yet you say
that you still love me
and you continue to make me pay
and because I thought you deserved