Ever so bright,
Shining strong through the night
Giving hope and giving strength,
Making nights short in length
Stay awake through the night,
Everything will be all right,
I will give you all my light
Dance around me,
And watch me in my glee,
If you want you can flee
For I am Fire and not a toy,
Mess with me and I destroy
If afraid then go away,
Fire has nothing else to say
Running around to play tag,
Gives me the feeling of jet lag
Trying to escape like from a hag,
Eventually you'll get caught in the bag,
Whining and wailing like a nag,
Doesn't help your outcome
Only from your speed,
You shall succeed,
And hope to take the lead
Though running quickly is a helpful deed,
Cunning and strength are all you need
Dodge and dash,
Quick as a flash,
This game has major backlash
Going about and chasing each other,
Almost like an angry mother
Happy to play,
Tired you lay,
Ending always the same way
In this great game called tag
I have a friend named Stella,
Who reminds me of an umbrella
Useful on a rainy day,
Making you cheery is her way
Only when she's got nothing to say,
Disturbing her will make you pay
Never without a lollipop,
She reminds me of a little tot,
Small and cute and tiny like a spot
Hoping and caring,
Being indirect,
That's just the way she is
Seemingly cold and confined,
Actually warm and open,
That's just who she is
Years and years before you'll understand,
Her smarts and charm will always take command
Dare to challenge her and you'll be lost in the sand,
Unless she extends to you a helping hand
Evil and cunning,
Bright and stunn
I have a friend named Jean,
She creates good drawings with good themes,
It almost seems like her dreams
Colors here and colors there,
All together in one flare,
It dazzles, it sparkles, it amazes
Why oh why do you want to hide,
Your gift for drawing should be your pride,
It's funny how you're so shy
Hopefully my poem will free,
Your tendency to flee,
When your art is seen
My good friend,
Jean
Ever so bright,
Shining strong through the night
Giving hope and giving strength,
Making nights short in length
Stay awake through the night,
Everything will be all right,
I will give you all my light
Dance around me,
And watch me in my glee,
If you want you can flee
For I am Fire and not a toy,
Mess with me and I destroy
If afraid then go away,
Fire has nothing else to say
Running around to play tag,
Gives me the feeling of jet lag
Trying to escape like from a hag,
Eventually you'll get caught in the bag,
Whining and wailing like a nag,
Doesn't help your outcome
Only from your speed,
You shall succeed,
And hope to take the lead
Though running quickly is a helpful deed,
Cunning and strength are all you need
Dodge and dash,
Quick as a flash,
This game has major backlash
Going about and chasing each other,
Almost like an angry mother
Happy to play,
Tired you lay,
Ending always the same way
In this great game called tag
I have a friend named Stella,
Who reminds me of an umbrella
Useful on a rainy day,
Making you cheery is her way
Only when she's got nothing to say,
Disturbing her will make you pay
Never without a lollipop,
She reminds me of a little tot,
Small and cute and tiny like a spot
Hoping and caring,
Being indirect,
That's just the way she is
Seemingly cold and confined,
Actually warm and open,
That's just who she is
Years and years before you'll understand,
Her smarts and charm will always take command
Dare to challenge her and you'll be lost in the sand,
Unless she extends to you a helping hand
Evil and cunning,
Bright and stunn
I have a friend named Jean,
She creates good drawings with good themes,
It almost seems like her dreams
Colors here and colors there,
All together in one flare,
It dazzles, it sparkles, it amazes
Why oh why do you want to hide,
Your gift for drawing should be your pride,
It's funny how you're so shy
Hopefully my poem will free,
Your tendency to flee,
When your art is seen
My good friend,
Jean
Beware the grammar gangsters!
The mafia of the literary underworld.
They saunter into stanzas,
Weapons concealed
Under their trench coats
Or in violin cases.
They can make you talk,
"With just a few well-placed speech marks,"
Leave you shouting! Where you should have whispered!
And pulp your bold statements into quavering questions?
They can, pepper, your, phrases with, commas,
Or bring your piece to a dead.
Full.
Stop.
They'll trap you (between brackets)
As you - dash - to the exit.
Then: punch a blunted colon
Into the gut of your text
Or worse;
Force-feed you a poisonous semicolon,
Then hack/slash your work to shreds.
T
(To the tune of "Tik Tok" by Ke$ha)
Wake up in the morning, fell asleep at my desk
Grab my backpack, out the door, feeling so grotesque
Before I leave I pour myself a canteen of Joe
'Cause when I go without my coffee I work too slow
I'm taking tons of IB tests, tests
All my friends acting like pests, pests
Never have any time to rest, rest
Studying only slightly leavens
The hope that I'll get some sevens
If that happens I'll be in heaven
(Chorus x2)
Can't stop, gonna drop
Not sure I can pull this off
Tonight, gonna write
Till I see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the clock
But the classes don't stop, no
I'm a nerd and I know it b
Rules:
Go to urbandictionary.com and type in your answers to the following questions.
Post the first definition it gives you.
1.) Your name?
Justin
Sexy, without flaw, loving, kindhearted, name for someone that is special to you, thoughtful.
2.) Your age?
15
One of the worst ages of being a teenager. You are in the middle and you wind up with the most problems that age. You are too young to drive without an adult, cannot go to the prom, and get a part time job like real teenagers. Your head is up your ass and one day you are still a kid watching cartoons and another day you'll like to have sex. This is also the age when most teen prob