So basically....
Is this real?
No this cant be happening.
I silently wait to be pinched and awaken from this dream.
I cant believe Im going to meet the band whose records are the soundtracks to my life.
Butterflies that seem more like birds flutter in my stomach.
My ticket is gripped so hard it feels as if it my cut my sweaty hand,
forbidding that i lose it and never get to meet my favorite band.
I hand the bulky guy my ticket and dart all the way inside.
Chandeliers dance on the cealing as we wait for them to come from behind.
Finally they walk out looking handome in every way,
I start freaking out knowing i will never forget this day.
I walk up the stairs each step longer then the last,
I pray that this day will never come to pass.
I lay my book on the table for it to be signed,
each member greets me all were very kind.
Standing right in front of them i finally realize im no longer dreaming,
I cant wait until the concert starts later so i can start screaming.
Out of Pure bliss of course.
I still cant believe this is happening; I try to pretend im fine,
Star struck, dumbfounded are some words that come to mind.
And even though meeting them took five minutes max,
its amazing to know i was the object of their attention at last.
~~~~~
I know its awfully cheesy but thats what my teacher was looking for.
and of course i used better grammar an punctuation use on my final copy.
and you can criticize[sp?] but it wont make much of a difference sense its already turned in.
but feedback is nice =]
my class had to write narrative poems, so i wrote mine based on my M&G with Panic on June 3rd 2008.
No this cant be happening.
I silently wait to be pinched and awaken from this dream.
I cant believe Im going to meet the band whose records are the soundtracks to my life.
Butterflies that seem more like birds flutter in my stomach.
My ticket is gripped so hard it feels as if it my cut my sweaty hand,
forbidding that i lose it and never get to meet my favorite band.
I hand the bulky guy my ticket and dart all the way inside.
Chandeliers dance on the cealing as we wait for them to come from behind.
Finally they walk out looking handome in every way,
I start freaking out knowing i will never forget this day.
I walk up the stairs each step longer then the last,
I pray that this day will never come to pass.
I lay my book on the table for it to be signed,
each member greets me all were very kind.
Standing right in front of them i finally realize im no longer dreaming,
I cant wait until the concert starts later so i can start screaming.
Out of Pure bliss of course.
I still cant believe this is happening; I try to pretend im fine,
Star struck, dumbfounded are some words that come to mind.
And even though meeting them took five minutes max,
its amazing to know i was the object of their attention at last.
~~~~~
I know its awfully cheesy but thats what my teacher was looking for.
and of course i used better grammar an punctuation use on my final copy.
and you can criticize[sp?] but it wont make much of a difference sense its already turned in.
but feedback is nice =]
my class had to write narrative poems, so i wrote mine based on my M&G with Panic on June 3rd 2008.