Change Over

Trapped inside a body that isn't mine, about to be killed by a fate that belongs to another short brown hair whips around my face it should be yellowy gold, long and thick but this is my fate to be placed into a dying body that isn't mine to feel their pain hear their wishes but unable to do anything to be a prisoner, to be deaths guest not just once but a million times. what's the worst pain you've ever felt? because i can bet that by miles,huge miles. Loud  screams exit  her mouth getting closer to death falling, falling. 

LANDING . ENDING

PIA - BABBLE

Pia ,Pia
eat your kneea
bake a cake
and say Pakeca
write a poem
sing a song
 dance a jig
with a purple mom
do piano tiles
and green screen along
this is a really poem.

Alice Alice in your palace
how do your bananas grow?
with lots of cake and an earthquake
i'll have bananas all in a row
BANANA
BABBLE

Violet The Awesome

violet is evil
violet is bad
violet likes babbles
and violet ate her dad
violet is naughty
which makes Pia glad
she shaves your head when your asleep
and eats your birthday cake
she puts a hole in the piping which makes the toilet leak
she pokes the cat
and cooks the dog
she sings a very rude song
about how she was made and loves marmalade
with a dance to go along!

THE NO FOOD POEM

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BAPPLE

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ANOREXIC in Control poem

In Control Poem

Almost empty

A fallen Soul

A living Stick-man

It’s in control

Eating away

Such a slow decay

Hollow cheeks

Empty eyes

A deathly figure on the sunrise

Words of pain

Nothing to lose

Nothing to gain

Inked paper

Blank eyes

You're not fat you say,

No reply.

From The Series Of Where To Put Your Butt Also Known As As The Seat Series The Couch Of Doom

" Dare ya "

My friend Avie Taunted

"na"

"go on"

no!

"go on"

"NO WHY DON'T YOU'!

"go on"

"OKAY I WILL!"

I scream nearly crying

"WHATEVER"

She yells back

"YOU STUPID WIMP"!

I stepped back what's got into us, I can see my surprise reflected in her beautiful dark green eyes

"Kittie, i, i, I'm really sorry" she stammers

i snort forget were i am and fling myself onto the old tattered couch Avie screams.

dark tentacles embrace my body, limp with shock wrapping themselves around my neck strangling the yells

and pushing out the little air i had left in my lungs after me and Avie's shouting match

and finally, i start to put up a fight, clawing at the tentacles ripping at the already ripped at couch, sobbing i don't want to die until at last i collapse, a broken soul only just important enough for the government to put a miniature article in the daily newspaper for peoples enjoyment and direct fake forlorn apologies to family and friends.

                              
 You Spent Months Making Her

                               
You Spent Years Watching her

                               
You could lose her in Minutes

Kittie Melben :At Pukerua bay beach

Girls Argument Turns Nasty After Girl Sits  On Couch Of Doom

Yesterday a small argument turned quickly into a funeral after Kittie Melben a fifteen year-old from Pukerua Bay was killed by the Dreaded COUCH OF DOOM !!! Friend Avie Goud  was there to witness this event “i'm astonished i don't know what to say its its terrible “.

Message Of Death

you ask me why i left you

but i didn't i just climbed a higher set of stairs then you

you ask me why my heart died along with me

it didn't it just stopped beating

you ask me why i'm frozen

i answer "i'm sleeping" 

you ask me why i never move

and i answer for the last time "i'm enjoying my life".  

Weeping Clouds

Falling softly
Dreamy hail
Misty windows and dancing rain
entrancing you is our game
Splashing puddles, falling leaves
When Autumn comes summer grieves

Winter

Snowy dreams,
roaring storm,
suddenly we're out the door,
Warm mittens, icy thaw
And now begin our snowball war.

This Year

Bright sun with a open door

Dancing leaves with a closed door

Snowy fights with the fire on

Singing birds with the sheets kicked on the floor

Spring

Dancing lambs 

and the same open door

singing birds 

cold wooden floor

clear sea, and prancing waves,

glory to all in the dark hidden caves,

and when we begin the first water war.

Death

Unshackle me from my icy chains
and Death runs free from dreamy rains,
Dancing Death play our game
 Dancing, prancing once again

Autumn

Dancing leaves,
Closed door,
Warm fires,
Our golden fall,
Bare trees, Warm carpet floor,
Singing wind,
Our dancing fall.

summer

Bright sun,
Open door,
When Summer comes we ask for more,
Dreamy waves lapping sandy grains,
Thoughtful hours again and again,
golden sand between my toes,
Wishing we could not go home.