MATH

*MATH one o 8*

108 o how i hate doing my math at night
I sit here near the rear of my brains last fight for life
Its late! one o 8!
Homework o homework how you suck up my time
not only that! every time the pencil goes down its like a chime
but nothing of the sweet the rotten sound that my ear doth meet!
vacation o how i wish it would come soon!
my life seems half over and my thoughts are in a gloom...
but my homework has made me smarter
and knowledge is eternal
so bring it on
take away the brawn and bring on the brain
I am ready to evolve my brain into a double lane!

Merry Christmas to an old friend

Written for a boy who used to be my world we had a great time and I learned a lot. Time has grown and so have we into better people who we are supposed to be. For the good times, For the bad times, may the good last forever and the bad times be forgiven, because life is too short to hold a grudge or say I wish I could of. Love once shared will always be special. But now that we are done it is ok because we better people for what happened.

Dear Boy,

You could imply, that my hugs and kisses are in short supply…

But all is well don’t cry, you will get plenty before you die!

Every time I see you I get butterflies, in this there is no lies.

Everything happens for a reason even during this Christmas season.

This Christmas season is a little different as you can tell, because you and I have been through… well you know.

But let’s not be so sad, not being able to kiss and hug isn’t that bad…well it is a tad…

You said all I want for Christmas is you and depending on whether that is still true I feel that exact same way too!

You have lifted me and my burdens to make me lighter, while I was wishing that I could do nothing but squeeze you tighter.

You filled my life with laughter and made my bad days go by faster.

You tend to make my day, you have the ability to brush the cobwebs away.

Merry Christmas, love your Sunkiss

WHY I RUN

My objective is simple

To vent through my feet

And onto the street

Where it will be forgotten

Ran over and trampled under men’s feet.

And there is shall lay

Without hast or delay

To die with disgrace

For angry really never had a happy face.

So there it is

Now my heart is softened

And my vision clear

One memory forgotten

And no conscience to fear.

*GIRLS*

Curves and eyes

Dirty Gossip and lies

Pretty and pink

Till they do that sly wink

IMMATURE and ruthless

I would feel better to make some of them toothless

Nails pretty and polished

Hearts and souls, their profession to demolish

Revenge, O how sweet

When their boyfriend we shall treat

To a classic act of damsel in distress

They back stab and leave a mess

A face with lips

A big booty and some hips

So needy so winey

So demanding and the outcome tiny

Just more whine and more fuss

Although it’s just lust

Greed and pain

Selfishness and shame

But girls will be girls no matter how lame

look i am the god mother #2 of scrap-a-doodle-jack!!!!!

hands in-twine

Hands are in twin

As the words you speak divine

You held me close to your heart

And I wished that we would never part

You treat me like a queen

Never being un rash or mean.

I am sure you will hold my hand through it all

Making sure I won’t fall

You have looked after ME when I didn’t

And were with me in every minute.

Your hands are so strong holding mine

I look into your eyes and I am lost in time.

Your look that you give me right before you kiss me

Makes my knees go weak and I become a little dizzy.