ITS THE END OF THE WORLD!
when the world ends i will die.

my kids will die.

my kids kids will die.

and eventually there will but nothing..

i know this is a really depressing poem

sorry.

but this wil probably happen.

which sucks

the popular chicks
"OMG like where did you did you get your shirt? I just love it!"

they squeak to each other. "shoot me now" i think.

why are they the popular ones? they're so ANNOYING!

i guess i'll never understand why they get all the attension.

they look at me and roll their eyes, i guess they don't understand me either.

oh well. keep your friends close and you enemies closer.

-my fail atempt at a free verse.

What kids are to do

A child should always say what's true

And speak when she is spoken to

And behave at the table

At least as far as he is able.

Black White
Black

dark beautiful

shading covering colouring

death caves life sun 

enlightening converting exciting

gorgeous light

White

Silence

quiet still

unmoving sitting gentle 

HISBA churches concerts MAUHTAB

screaming yelling shouting

constant loud

Noise

Life

Life may treat you rough

but remember to stay true

and you'll be good and tough

and the world will love you 'cause you're you

Life # 2

life is my duty

never stops showing it's beauty

no matter how long i'm here

life will always be dear