Biography of deanna buendia
i was born in californa and in a hospital. i am still alive so there is no death date.....luckily. B^)
deanna buendia's Works:
NONE OF YOUR BUSSINES! ! ! ! ! ! !
deanna buendia Poems
When I Grow Up
When I grow up, I’ll be the best I’ll climb the mountains and cross the river I’ll jump the canyon and sail the seas
The Season Of Christmas
You hear trees rustle outside in the winter wind Ornaments cling as you decorate the Christmas tree Church bells ring as Christmas comes near
You Can'T Take It Back
You can’t take it back When you made a mistake When you chose the wrong way When you made someone cry
Inside you there is Something big and strong Hard and cold
As the sun fades away, the night comes to sight It covers the world like a blanket and unleashes a horror Those who sleep in day and live at night
The Monster Next Door
There’s a monster next door! She’s slimy and green and hairy allover! She’s huge and thorny and loud!
Life begins with a single ray of light When the world is dark, The sun appears And sends the horrors of night away
Pain is a terrible feeling It bleeds, it burns, and it hurts Pain is what I felt when you left
Why does nothing Rhyme with orange? Orange has nothing Not even a friend Orange is always
Love hurts really badly It doesn’t last long, sadly People say “I love you” But it’s not really true
Life is a game that we all must play. You wait…
It captures your mind and weakens your strength It’s hard to fight the feelings and illusions It swallows your mind until you have nothing left
Inside The Hole
What is inside the hole? Are there creatures that scare you Or animals so kind?
I wish I could see the unseen Or love the unloved.
Colors are bright, colors are dark
Colors have meanings in everyone’s heart
Colors are what make each beautiful day
In a special way
All I will say is that colors are great.
Black and gray ruin your day
Gray means sadness and
Black means no hope
It’s like if your heart,
Were stuck in tightrope