Hmm i dont have much to offer
man i got an 80 in geometry and my parents will not think thats good enough.
Oh well i could care less.
Hey hey i have two poems i have for Mrs.B's class heres the first one:
Those Three Little Words
By Pollyanna Puckett
The aging women sits in her chair
It is plaved by the window nad next to the clock
Her image has changed. The color of gray lives on every hair
After 3, she watches the children as she sits in her chair and rocks
The night was exactly 25 years ago
She was sitting at teh table awaiting the man of her dreams
He approached her with a smile that was just slightly so
Her heart was pounding like that of a teen girl when she gleams
She then stood to smother her man with a kiss
By this he was surpassingly annoyed
But was overruled by her feelings of bliss
Once their lips met, the kiss was quikly null and void
She pulled away, ignoring the emptiness she had just kissed
She told him the good news of a baby in her womb
That was when his open hand became a fist
He beat her so bad, it made her head boom
For nearly and hour, she was his punching bag
After it all happened, he grabbed his coat and went to the bar
It was then that she stumbled to the bathroom and started to gag
She wanted to leave, but the S.O.B. had taken the car
Her stingy, salty tears, slid down her smooth, steamy cheeks
It took so long for her to understand what had just occured
Thought she was scared, her anger was climbing to its peeks
She will never forgive that scum of a man for is reaction to what he had heard
25 years later, she is still filled with rage
That night she lost her baby from her husband's terrorist ways
Two days after the beating, she escaped from taht animal cage
But months after, she was still in a dramatized phase
Her perpetual pain has been pricking her like a thorn
It is a pain taht can never be surpassed
To be a mother to a baby that died unborn
To bear this pain is worse then being gassed
She has never been remarried
She never even gave it a thought
To the heavens is where her baby was carried
It wouldnt be there if her husband hadnt fought
She never loved another man
She is immune to doing so
It began when she was hit by his hand
With her baby is where she would rather go
And that is why, on this 14th of May, that she rocks away
In her chair and thinks about that day.
That day that contained so much of her pain, but promises herself,
In a very blunt way, of those three little words to never again say
(None ever want this to happen to them and it sucks when it does.
I feel bad for the lady because i mean that REALLY SUCKS never to love again, get beat, and loose your unborn child.)
Thriller
By Holly Horn
From my front porch I stepped.
And from teh darkness The Evil leapt.
My heart did pound at this terrible sight.
I thought the monster got me on this night.
His "claws" were bare and cold as ice.
I had no time to stop and think twice.
I grabbed the knife from in my pocket.
I stabbed it in him like a rocket.
He moaned a sound I've never heard.
To this day I've spoken no work.
It pains me so to tell you now.
All it was, was the neighbors cow!!
(HAHA i had to print this one just because its funny.
I love animals to death but this was just soo great a chance not to take.)
Oh well i could care less.
Hey hey i have two poems i have for Mrs.B's class heres the first one:
Those Three Little Words
By Pollyanna Puckett
The aging women sits in her chair
It is plaved by the window nad next to the clock
Her image has changed. The color of gray lives on every hair
After 3, she watches the children as she sits in her chair and rocks
The night was exactly 25 years ago
She was sitting at teh table awaiting the man of her dreams
He approached her with a smile that was just slightly so
Her heart was pounding like that of a teen girl when she gleams
She then stood to smother her man with a kiss
By this he was surpassingly annoyed
But was overruled by her feelings of bliss
Once their lips met, the kiss was quikly null and void
She pulled away, ignoring the emptiness she had just kissed
She told him the good news of a baby in her womb
That was when his open hand became a fist
He beat her so bad, it made her head boom
For nearly and hour, she was his punching bag
After it all happened, he grabbed his coat and went to the bar
It was then that she stumbled to the bathroom and started to gag
She wanted to leave, but the S.O.B. had taken the car
Her stingy, salty tears, slid down her smooth, steamy cheeks
It took so long for her to understand what had just occured
Thought she was scared, her anger was climbing to its peeks
She will never forgive that scum of a man for is reaction to what he had heard
25 years later, she is still filled with rage
That night she lost her baby from her husband's terrorist ways
Two days after the beating, she escaped from taht animal cage
But months after, she was still in a dramatized phase
Her perpetual pain has been pricking her like a thorn
It is a pain taht can never be surpassed
To be a mother to a baby that died unborn
To bear this pain is worse then being gassed
She has never been remarried
She never even gave it a thought
To the heavens is where her baby was carried
It wouldnt be there if her husband hadnt fought
She never loved another man
She is immune to doing so
It began when she was hit by his hand
With her baby is where she would rather go
And that is why, on this 14th of May, that she rocks away
In her chair and thinks about that day.
That day that contained so much of her pain, but promises herself,
In a very blunt way, of those three little words to never again say
(None ever want this to happen to them and it sucks when it does.
I feel bad for the lady because i mean that REALLY SUCKS never to love again, get beat, and loose your unborn child.)
Thriller
By Holly Horn
From my front porch I stepped.
And from teh darkness The Evil leapt.
My heart did pound at this terrible sight.
I thought the monster got me on this night.
His "claws" were bare and cold as ice.
I had no time to stop and think twice.
I grabbed the knife from in my pocket.
I stabbed it in him like a rocket.
He moaned a sound I've never heard.
To this day I've spoken no work.
It pains me so to tell you now.
All it was, was the neighbors cow!!
(HAHA i had to print this one just because its funny.
I love animals to death but this was just soo great a chance not to take.)