slim- fast poems

May 6, 2008 - 12:45pm — RaboutS
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RaboutS
 The real crazy me is wat see.by slimane - Wednesday, 9 April 2008, 09:39 AM
 Iam loud as a thunderstorm, as my big mouth can be like a wild crazy monkey, jumpin up and down in a tree.Hyper as a mexican jumping bean, that never stops going crazy. like time square at 8:00 pm on saturdays,on a rush hour that never stops patiently and never waits.Skittles, my favorite candy, I never stop going loco for.Iam the color orange always bright,never sad, never mad.Like a broken record that never stops talking.A parrot that is always annoying .A type of season, Iam fall,my mouths so loud it makes the leaves fall down.A nice red ferrari that is never patient,always in a hurry.Like a joker that is always joking,around in serious stuff. Iam afternoon because it makes me go crazy.thats me, thats me, slimane is what you see!

             

             How did it feel to get stitches?  

             It was one of my horrible, frightful days,

                          When I got stitches.

             It was a vehement, I saw darkness everywhere,

                           I was asphyxiating.

             My family was arguing and screaming over each other.

                          Why does it always happen to me?

             I was really scared, and went to the hospital,

                          Stayed there for 2 horrible days

                                         City Haikus: Manhattan                   City of wonder,            Colorful lights everywhere,            A loveable place.             Tourists come visit,           The city that never sleeps,            It’s the big apple.                                                                                                                                                   Poetry hides  The thing that makes me happy is games. Full of action, And beating those high scores.Chocolate is my best friend,That sweet,And that soothing taste,You had to have more after you finish.People making fun of me,Or others, Is what I hate inside?I WANT REVENGE!So they could feel how it feels inside.  I make this world beautiful with My annoyingness,Talkativeness,And most of coarsely My smartness.A lot of people, Can’t have enough of me,I am too good to be true.  Crime or people,Giving away free ice cream.That’s the world around me,Also wars and who is behind this and why.  I have a lot of questions everyday,Of what I see or hear. That’s were poetry hides in me.