Another Poem |
On a bush covered in crimson red rosesOne just wants to be himselfHe is black and as dark as nightHe sticks out like an empty spot on a shelf.Other roses reject himHe just sits there all aloneHe doesn...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 07:20:00 GMT |
another poem from Cody |
Cody had a classroom paper to write, had to write a poem that had 5 area of poetic devices in it, ( Rhyme, Personification, Metaphor, Simile, Hyperbole).
"Untitled"
I think about her
every nigh...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 17:45:00 GMT |
Another from Cody. |
POEM(I Hear The Bells Of Mourning Ring) Current mood: bored Category: Writing and Poetry
I walk past a churchWere a funeral is heldI Hear The Bells Of Mourning RingI walk past a crime sceneWere a ki...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 18:23:00 GMT |
new poem from Cody |
my necrophilic poem
your body is coldyou lost all lifelying in your cryptmy lovely wifei love you stilleven though your deadim a necrophlieand i'll take you to bedyour body is coldbut the love is war...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 07:09:00 GMT |
MyHeritage Celebrity Look-alike Meter |
MyHeritage: Family trees - Genealogy - Celebrities - Collage - Morph
Posted by on Sun, 09 Dec 2007 18:05:00 GMT |
See me morph into Ringo Starr! |
www.myheritage.com
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 15:51:00 GMT |
My Celebrity Look-alikes |
MyHeritage: Celebrity Collage - Family reunion
Posted by on Tue, 13 Nov 2007 15:49:00 GMT |
dakota poem |
Now my other son is starting to write poems, he is 13 years old.
The Boogy Man
late at night lying in the bedtrying to hidefrom the boogy manhe's always trying to cut off my head he's always hi...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 17:25:00 GMT |
the truth about school |
I'm sitting here in class
bored as hell,
the teacher keeps talking,
and I'm waiting for the bell.
They give me information,
that my brains not going to keep,
I'm getting really tired,
and I am...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 15:18:00 GMT |
newest poem from Cody |
The future is told by dreams of the innocent. by Cody Schaefer
She sits depressed,
in the corner alone,
no one to love her,
or to call her own.
Her parents never noticed her,
she as no one to ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Oct 2007 16:45:00 GMT |
