Teenage

I like to see the trains go really fast
There are lots of different types of trains
I want to ride a train looks like a blast
Almost all trains like to rattle their chain.

The train is safe to travel till the end
We should not put our head or arms outside
No matter through a tunnel or a turn
The journey will be a jolly good ride

The train moaned and groaned at the front of track
The train started slow but then it went fast
The train was so fast it made a big crack
The train was so fast the driver went past

All trains can come in different shapes and sizes
All trains can have many different surprises

My mom is nice,
She is not cold as ice.
She is fun,
Sometime she calls me her honey-bun.
I love her,
And she is NOT covered with fur.
My mom is bad with math and so am I.
She is not a fly.
My mom is cool,
And she said she is gonna buy us a pool.
I am happy to have her as a mom,
Cause she is a bomb.
Her name is Rose,
And she has a big nose.

friends can make you smile
they can make you cry
sometimes you and your friends will fall out
and not be happy
so keep your friend happy
and you will be happy too.

I watch you when I’m bored.
I watch you when I don’t have anything to do.
I watch you on TV sometimes.
you are a nice pet
I have one at my house
you are a nice pet
you are playfull
I walk around with you
you sometimes run away
you eat anything
you run around a lot boom boom
you mostly like eating meat
you can live anywhere
there is a lot of you in the street
you’re different sizes
some of you are friendly

Fake love isn’t a nice thing to mess with
some words can be real, and some can be fake
Everything can be made into a myth
Love can be led on with a huge mistake

Fake love isn’t a facinating thing
to fall for. It can be lead with big led with big lies,
without even caring too much to sting
Love can be two things, so much for bias.

Fake love can last forever and ever
though the things they say may sound so much real
fake big hugs can make us last forever
Fake love can break and can be surreal

Fake words can be said so much for enough
but no one can resist so much fake love

I am short and weird.
I wonder if I am ever gonna grow.

I hear people saying their height.
I see people measuring theirselves.
I want to grow.
I am short and weird.

I pretend to be tall.
I feel cool when I pretend to be tall.
I touch myself, then I remember that I am short.

I worry about that I might not grow.
I cry about being short.
I am short and weird.

I understand that it takes time to grow.
I say, I’m I really that short?
I dream of growing.

I try to deny that I am short.
I hope to grow fast and soon.
I am short and weird.

I wake with a sudden fright
To the sound of knocking,
Tapping,
I stand and gaze out my bedroom window,
Only to find no one in sight,
Nothing,

I lie back down in my bed,
Thinking this was only the wind and a branch,
I quickly, soundly, contently fall asleep once more.

I wake again,
To the sound of my knocking friend,
Or was this a foe at my door?
I peer out my window upon my undisturbed door,
There was nothing nor anyone there,
At least not anymore.

So back to my cushioned cloud I go,
Pondering the question I wondered so,
Was this knocking from a friend…
Or foe?
I lay with my eyes fixed on my dark ceiling,
Lost in deep thought,
I should sleep,
I rather not.

Again I hear taunting, horrifying, hypnotic sound,
My stairs – I feel the need to go down,
There couldn’t be anyone there…
Or could there?

Slowly, frightened, I open my door,
Shocked by the sight I saw,
A black cat lies dead,
At my front door?
I release a sigh of relief,
No one was there,
No one knocking at my door.

I turn to head back to my room
To sleep a bit more before the undesired dawn,
Suddenly a sharp pain in my chest,
In the moment I grasp the dagger imbedded in my chest I spy
The silhouette of a being much larger than I,
Just as my body lands on my chilled, hard floor,
I see a blink of an eye,
A cat’s eye.

My last breath,
Or rather gasp of air if you will,
The eye blinks again,
Watching my blood dampen my hard floor,
My eyes slowly close,
All goes black,
And my heart beats once more…

It changes my mood, even when I’m mad
I love it so much, this is called music.
I can be very bored, I can be sad.
It can be rock, or even acoustic.

I listen to rap, also to hip hop
Millions of songs, millions of types
It can go from country, then go to pop
When I listen to music, I get hype.

I always listen to it every day,
It is a very big part of my life,
I think some are not good, some are okay
Although some that I like, deserve a five.

So in my opinion, music is best.
When I listen to it, I cannot rest.

We both are wise
Have a lot of knowledge
We might not talk but,
We’re very interesting
The difference is I come at night,
You can read me at night or whenever
My stories will amuse you and my stories will excite you
I fly up in the night sky
My pages fly high like the climax in the book
I eat moles for my dessert, and I drink some apple cider
How to books for thirst
But in the end we’re the same

We are soft and sweet.
All we do is sleep.
We never really eat.
But we have huge feet.

One of us smiles a lot.
The other one just stares a lot.
One of us has huge bead eyes.
The other one probably just carries lice.