Thursday, September 14, 2006

The Ghost 's First Love

One night
somone came back
from the dead
and hunted me.
She appeared in front of me
and frighten me,
I felt as if I could scream.
As I held my breath,
she spoke
about her story.
Suddenly
my room disappered
and she look
straight at me .
Her words are eriee
as she spoke
this words:
"I lost my first love,
for my feelings
were too strong,
too powerful
had broken my heart
with pain.
He never understood me"
Her eyes have changed
colour to a pale colour.
Her voice led me
to feel the same way.
"The love was built
on a bridge of reality
and fansity.
It's stronger
then anything.
Too strong
for me to handle.
Distracted by love
for I am too frightend,
too scared
to learn how to try."
Suddenly she disappered
by the picutre of my love.
I knew for once that I had to,
to save my love
before my feelings harm him.
I stood up and took the picutre,
put it under my pillow
and dirft away into sleep
to save my love

The Ghost 's First Love

One night
somone came back
from the dead
and hunted me.
She appeared in front of me
and frighten me,
I felt as if I could scream.
As I held my breath,
she spoke
about her story.
Suddenly
my room disappered
and she look
straight at me .
Her words are eriee
as she spoke
this words:
"I lost my first love,
for my feelings
were too strong,
too powerful
had broken my heart
with pain.
He never understood me"
Her eyes have changed
colour to a pale colour.
Her voice led me
to feel the same way.
"The love was built
on a bridge of reality
and fansity.
It's stronger
then anything.
Too strong
for me to handle.
Distracted by love
for I am too frightend,
too scared
to learn how to try."
Suddenly she disappered
by the picutre of my love.
I knew for once that I had to,
to save my love
before my feelings harm him.
I stood up and took the picutre,
put it under my pillow
and dirft away into sleep
to save my love

I am a Fried Egg

I am a fried egg
cooking in a frying pan,
sizzling in oil,
seasings of salt,
peper are tossed on me.
Oh, what a spicey taste!
I sizzle
sizzle in steam.
Oh how happy am I
just to be a egg
frying in a pan.
Wonder where I came from.
A hen
but I turned out to be a fried egg.
Yellow york in the middle of me,
sizzling ,
spitting in a pan.
I got so exicted ,
I can expoled in it's pride
or boil in bubles.
As fingers creak me open,
I spill
my yellow york
in a pan.
I am a freid egg

I am a Fried Egg

I am a fried egg
cooking in a frying pan,
sizzling in oil,
seasings of salt,
peper are tossed on me.
Oh, what a spicey taste!
I sizzle
sizzle in steam.
Oh how happy am I
just to be a egg
frying in a pan.
Wonder where I came from.
A hen
but I turned out to be a fried egg.
Yellow york in the middle of me,
sizzling ,
spitting in a pan.
I got so exicted ,
I can expoled in it's pride
or boil in bubles.
As fingers creak me open,
I spill
my yellow york
in a pan.
I am a freid egg

Friday, July 14, 2006

Aine's Whisler Expereinces

Whisler,
A beautiful breathtaking place
for me to be in,
to fit in.
Whisler,
a place some people call home.
I call Whisler
a part of BC
people go to
and have fun, lots of fun.
A perfection place to go on holiday
during the summer and of course during the winter.
So many things I have done there,
so much more there is to do that I haven't done yet
that I hope to do.
Whisler,
will remind there for others to go and enjoy themselves.
Whisler,
Aine's favourite part of BC Canada .

Aine's Whisler Expereinces

Whisler,
A beautiful breathtaking place
for me to be in,
to fit in.
Whisler,
a place some people call home.
I call Whisler
a part of BC
people go to
and have fun, lots of fun.
A perfection place to go on holiday
during the summer and of course during the winter.
So many things I have done there,
so much more there is to do that I haven't done yet
that I hope to do.
Whisler,
will remind there for others to go and enjoy themselves.
Whisler,
Aine's favourite part of BC Canada .

Sunday, March 26, 2006

related to Dad's novel

Red The Nile, Blue The Hills

I bathe in the red, red, red nile, here I go,
swimming in the red nile.
I flot and glide like a red mermaid
and flip and spalsh my red feet like a fish
along the nile
and pass the blue, blue hills that go by,
I watch the colour clashes with the blue, blue sky up above me.
Their even more breathtaking then I can ever imagine,
more beautiful then I can ever breathe in.
The red nile and the blue hills
repersent the mood I am in.

When I swim up to a red waterfall, I hide
while I wash my red hair in the red water shower
while singing a mermaid's song
of the red nile and the blue hills.
I will let no one know that I even exict,
this will be my secret and my alone.

They can listen to my song,
my song of my love
for the red, red nile and the blue, blue hills
along the nile of my home
but they can not know I live.

My home is the blue, blue, blue hills
and the red, red, red nile
is where I remind,
the secrets of the red, red, red nile and the blue, blue, blue hills.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Bored

I'm sitting here,
all bored
with nothing to do,
I can't think of anything to do.
There's alot of things I have to do
but I feel like I don't want to tonight.
Bored,
Bored!!

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Beauty Protacts poem

So rough and yet so smooth,
you leave it on till it's dry
then you wash it off with warm water,
then once it washed off
it does feel so much better.

With cleanser,
is so much more softer to put on,
smells so good and refreshed,
totally smoother,
Smells like trangerines all over my face.

With moisturizer,
like every other mositurizer you use,
it feels like tomato paste all over youe face and
it feels so warm and wonderful,
like every women's dream
to feel like her face skin is so beautiful
and so soft that every man would want to touch,
that gorgous sweetness of her.

That's why women smell so good,
so amazing,
men can not resit but something in her sweetness beauty
makes them week in the keens and want to spend the rest of his lifetime
in a woman's pressences, the pressences of love.

With gentle skin toner,
brings out the smoothness and softness
of a woman's face,
you can tell she is just by touching her face,
just like a make over of make up.

(I was in the process of applying these protacts on my very own face while writting this poem)

Monday, February 13, 2006

Orange Poem

When you softly bite into an orange,
the juce just squeses out,
like the real thing.
A real fuit to eat, and so healthy to eat.
An orange is so much beeter then an apple,
wwith an apple you need to bit the skin of it
but with an orange
you peel the skin before putting the flesh of an orange
into your mouth.
An orange is so soft, so tender,
so wonderful
and goes well with orange jucie.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Reviw On Last Holiday -Movie

One of the most funnist movies I ever saw, very humorist. I laughed almost through out the whole movie, the whole theature room was also laughing. Queen Lafieah, the main actress that played this chracater in this movie made a real outstanding perfromance and creak everyone up, made them all laugh. Boy, did she very played well, I mean really good.