MadWords Then

Mr. Madden.
This poem is really weird, and I tried to make it ryme and have a beat (which I know we don’t have to but…) And in a way it’s a riddle. I don’t tell you what it is that I’m describing. Well enogh of me blabbering on. Here goes.

These things these beasts
These horrors these creeps
To the unknowledgeable foe
They spring forth knowledge (NO)
These are ugly these make pretty
These see ugly these see pretty
For the bearer of this
some think them evil
some think them bliss
But whatever the thought,
whatever the care,
I will allways hate them
SO THERE!!!

I hate the way you are
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate the way you sleep at night
I hate the way we fight
I hate the way you borrow all my clothes
Part of me just wants to loath
I hate the way you tell me what to do
I hate the way you say you found someone new
I hate the way you ask me to call
But I love the way you just make me feel like I am your all

i am ugly
i am a geek
i am loving
i am always there
i am a daughter whose love has fallen
i am dreaming
i am painting the world green
i am a girl sitting next to you
i am the one who’s asking you to care
this one time

you were there across the room,
you were there to hide the scares,
you were there to be the one,
but you werent.
and now i’m here but not for you, for me.
to stand and be strong.

i am cool
and you drool
i am hot
and you are not
i like green
and you like beans
i like blue
and you like glue
i like food
and you are a dude

Invisible Children

Our problems are minuet, so small.
Not theirs.
They’re eyes are filled with frightening stares.
Painful thoughts and images fill they’re head.
As they lay they’re head down to bed.
Some with no parents to tuck them in.
Killed by heartless, just like tin.
All who have witnessed do not speak.
As silent tears run down they’re cheek.
I feel need to travel to this distance place.
As I wish to help when I watch they’re face.
Discovering the unseen is all I can do.
To help these poor citizens just like you.
Invisible no more, is all I can say.
Helpless, these people, they can’t be betrayed.
Except it is done, and it has to stop.
Now and forever.
It’s gone ‘ker-plop.’
There lives are in danger.
Not here, but there,
But, before I leave I must say: unfair.
They’re being killed for no reason at all.
With so much more then burdens to haul.
How life can go on.
It shocks me so.
When life’s in the hands of they’re enemy’s foe.
I wish them the best.
Like they’re hopeless guests.
So here, my poem ends.
So I hope your minds bent.
Good-bye for now.
I’ll see you soon.
With the children in haul- over the doon.

This poem is written for all the “Invisible Children” in northern Uganda suffering. For more info on the charity and the children suffering in this defistating crisis visit http://www.invisiblechildren.com

the questions…they all ask questions but i never dare to tell.
normally i just say something like “i got pushed” or “i fell”

i dont think they really care or understand at all,
because they see the bruises but i still stand tall.

they know me on the outside but they will never know any more.
because i know that when i start to tell them they just think that my evils are just a bore.

i hate them, every single one. cause they all cause me this grief.
and they think they can help but i kno w they cant give me any relief.

so good bye. forever.

this is dedicated to kids around the world that feel alone because of child abuse. ITS WRONG and EVIL

it’s sad when
someone you know
becomes someone you knew

♥

and when someone
you
love becomes
someone you
Hate