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Colors Of A Rose

Posted in Poems...I guess you can call them that, Uncategorized with tags , , on August 22, 2008 by melanieakabo

A red rose, a proud rose

A yellow rose, a friendly rose

A white rose, a traditional rose

A pink rose, a lovely rose

A blue rose, a tearful rose

A black rose, a devastating rose

A dead rose, a heart-breaking rose

A mutli-colored rose, a misunderstood rose

A purple rose, a fantasy rose

A green rose, ha, no such rose :)

These are the Colors Of A Rose

Each with different emotions

Each with different meanings

All unique, all the same.

The Colors Of A Rose, I’ll say!

im not sure if that was supposed to be sad or happy. -shrugs- u choose.

Watch What Your Doing

Posted in Poems...I guess you can call them that, Uncategorized with tags , on August 13, 2008 by melanieakabo

Watch your thoughts, they become words

Watch your words, they become actions

Watch your actions, they become habits

Watch your habits, they become character

Watch your character, it will become your destiny…

i think thats an interesting poem…im not sure how it came to my head, though..

Goodbye

Posted in Poems...I guess you can call them that, Uncategorized with tags on August 4, 2008 by melanieakabo

Goodbye

 

I remember when we kissed

I remember when you stole my heart

I remember when we danced in the moonlight

I remember when we found our song

I can remember it all

It pains me to picture your face

I only regret one thing

That day

That evening

That restaurant

(I’ll never go there again)

That one word:

Goodbye

Why did you say it?
Why did I agree?

Now, when I call, I hang up

Cause I know I’ve got other things to do with my time

When you call, if you do,

Do you hang up?

Do you remember it all?

Do you remember that day?
That evening?
That restaurant?
Will you ever go there again?

Do remember that one word?

Goodbye?

I think you do

Cause I do

I won’t believe

I won’t believe that you don’t miss me

I don’t

But do you remember me?

I remember you

Why not you me?

As I write this poem

I sing along with our song

Through the tears departing from my eyes

I realize

You remember goodbye

Do you regret it?

I do

You know I do

And:

I remember when we kissed

I remember when you stole my heart

I remember when we danced in the moonlight

I remember when we found our song

I can remember it all

I only regret one thing

That day

That evening

That restaurant

(I’ll never go there again)

That one word:

Goodbye

Why did you say it?
Why did I agree?

Through these tears

I can’t smile

I don’t smile

I won’t smile again

Till I feel the kiss on my lips again

Till you steal my heart again

Till we dance in the moonlight again

Till we sing our song

And I hope you won’t say it again

I hope you won’t think it again

I hope you won’t even bring it up

That word doesn’t work with me

It won’t let me live

I won’t smile again

It has a disease

It’s fatal for me

Don’t say it

Don’t say

Goodbye!

Where Are You?

Posted in Poems...I guess you can call them that on July 12, 2008 by melanieakabo

Here I am

Where are you?

Please be here

By my side

Never leave me

Come inside

Come into the wings

That I spread out so far

Just for you

So you will be comfortable

I’m not asking for anything

All I want is you

So just come here

Why can’t I see you?

I expect so much from you

But the most I want is just for you to be here

So Where are you?

ok hope ya liked it

I am Me

Posted in Poems...I guess you can call them that with tags on July 11, 2008 by melanieakabo

I think too much, but not enough

I’m so funny, but awfully blunt

I love you, but I hate myself

I dream so sweetly, but I get nightmares

I sing like angels, but my voice is scratchy

I love to laugh, but I’m always depressed

You know who you are, but I’ll never understand myself

I know where I’m going, but which path to take

My heart is so full, but it’s broken in two

I know where which half is, but where’s the other?

I’m standing right here, but I want to be with you

I like to be by myself, but I hate to be alone

I’m a million colors, but I am black and white

I’m so special, but so like you

Some are pretty, but ugly inside

I don’t want to see you, but please be in my vision

I’m crying so hard, but why am I happy?

You’re lucky you know

Why you’re living

I’m still not sure

I just know one thing:

I am Me

I Love You

Posted in Poems...I guess you can call them that with tags , on July 11, 2008 by melanieakabo

Here’s a poem dedicated to a friend of mine…(you probably know if you’d read my recent posts):

I remember when we first met

My heart would flutter with excitement

My eyes would twinkle, as you told me

And then we danced the night away

You’re the one I want

The one I need

The one for me

It’s impossible for me to be away

“If I can’t hear your heartbeat, you’re too far away”

When we are seperated

I can barely breathe

But when your with me

It not much different

I won’t forget you

If we ever depart

So please don’t leave me

I’d cry

I’d sob

I’d sniffle

What would I do without you in my life?

Well, when you’re gone

I guess you can also say bye to me forever

Cause I can’t live without my love by my side

I can’t believe

I could even meet someone as good as you

There ain’t anyone out there

That would suit me like you would

The reason for all these words

That I put in this little rhyme (though it doesn’t rhyme)

Is because:

I Love You

Yup. Enjoy this video please:

BORED

Posted in Poems...I guess you can call them that on July 7, 2008 by melanieakabo

im bored.

bored a lot.

bored

lets make a poem:

Boredness

It takes your imagination

Boredness

What’s the point?

Boredness

It makes you lazy

Boredness

IT MAKES YOU THINK

Boredness

WHEN YOU THINK IT LEADS YOU TO THINGS YOU DONT WANT TO THINK ABOUT

Boredness

IT CAN MAKE YOU DEPRESSED

Boredness

I dont want to be depressed

Boredness

I’m so bored bored bored bored

Boredness

LEAVE ME!

Boredness

LEAVE ME NOW! LEAVE ME TO PEACE!

Boredness

GIVE ME MY IMAGINATION BACK

NOW!!!!!!

You suck Boredness!

 

like it?

mwas,

bo aka labofah

A Poem I Like

Posted in Poems...I guess you can call them that with tags , on July 7, 2008 by melanieakabo

I found this poem on youtube when I was watching Pon and Zi:

I’ll always be beside you

Until the very end

Wiping all your tears away

I’ll smile when you smile

And feel all the pain you do

And if you cry a single tear

I promise I’ll cry too

I LOVE YOU

now aint that sweet?

mwas,

Labofah aka Bo

idk wat to call this one

Posted in Poems...I guess you can call them that on July 3, 2008 by melanieakabo

This thing

So called “sadness”

seems so much more extreme

when ur the one,

experiencing it

weighing down ur heart,

until it reaches ur feet

when ur heart arrives, then it turns to stone,

cracking apart, bits falling off

then from ur eyes

fall so called “tears”

which also are more extreme

when u feel them stream down ur soft, red, hot cheeks

then someone seems to have

dropped a small rock down ur throat,

and it gets stuck

u choke

u cough

u cant breathe

not even water helps

for ur tears come down more ferociously

next that happens

ur knees become weak

they collapse,

any surface ur own, they’ll ache

ull feel pain

which just adds to the “sadness”

the word seems so much less,

than feeling spreading thru u

from ur chest to ur feet

from ur eyes to ur throat

from u waist to ur knees

it weakness everything

burns down all the good feelings

oh sadness

oh sadness

 

:(

well hope u liked that depressing poem

The Things You Should Find In A Friend

Posted in Poems...I guess you can call them that on June 29, 2008 by melanieakabo

The Things You Should Find In A Friend

If you’re uncomfortable

In your skin and all

You tell anyone you want

You Don’t have to hide

How do you know?

Because you always know

You have some friends

Who’ll be right there

Along the way, through you’re life,

Until death do you part

You should never have a doubt

If they’ll be there

‘Cause if they’re a real friend

You won’t have to worry

You should be able to trust them

And you should be able to tell them your secrets

And you’ll know if they’re a friend

When you see that they’ll keep their lips zipped

You’re friend should be always faithful

Know they won’t turn they back

A friend shares a link with you

A very special kind

So important,

That from they day you meet

It should never be broken

The only exception,

Is if they weren’t a real friend

I think by now

You should know what a friend is

1. They don’t make fun of you, during you’re embarassing moment

2. They’re trustworthy and you know they won’t tell

3. They should be faithful, they should always care, whether you like it or not

If you don’t have someone to care,

Watcha gonna do?

And 4. you got that special link, holding strong through the ups and downs

 

I just thought I would do that. Idk why, maybe I have some people who should know…

-Bo

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