hi there. i'm new. here is my writing.
1.
I'll try my best,
but it might not be true,
And if I would be there,
I'm there half-way,
But I'll try my best,
and we'll all know it's true.
And then we'll keep having the fun we were meant to have
It doesn't matter if people I don't know or people who don't know me
think my disguise is me itself.
Because it never would matter anyway,
So when they come and save me,
I'll be free once more,
Right now I'm a blue caged bird
2.
I'm being hated everywhere I go,
I guess it doesn't matter.
But maybe the fact that I'll never find love
worries me a little.
3.
Why am I so untalented at everything
I want to be good at.
So untalented at everything I try at.
I know practice makes perfect
and I've been waiting for long.
I'm somewhere in between hasty and patient.
I'm somewhere in between excited and calm.
But what makes it hard
is fear of rejection
and realizing I'll never get anywhere in life.
but then all though I'm a pessimist,
I'm positively sure that it's not true.
I'm positively sure that I won't go nowhere in life.
4.
When I think about why I'm crying in the present,
when there so much good in the future.
I realize it is because
I have got nobody to talk to
and nobody would talk to a freak like me
But then I say,
it is all right
for the future holds
so very much good
But what will I do
With all that good?
Happiness doesn't come from good.
Doesn't come from bad.
It's up to me
and the sooner I realize
the sooner my dreams will come true
So good bye,
I'm off to see for myself.
5.
Pages of writing.
Pages of sketches.
All quite serial.
Nothing really fitting.
Don't yell at me.
We don't even know each others names.
I'm still waiting
A statue is a thunderstorm.
Pages of loneliness.
Pages of guilt.
Why doesn't she
wait a bit longer
Don't leave me,
I want to know more about you.
Stop trying
to make me feel dumb
Later will come
Something or Nothing.
We're all on a roll
A very cheesy roll
And every time I write cheesy
my writing turns cheesier.
Sorry if this stuff makes no sense. I am thirteen BTW.
What do you call these kinds of writing?
1.
I'll try my best,
but it might not be true,
And if I would be there,
I'm there half-way,
But I'll try my best,
and we'll all know it's true.
And then we'll keep having the fun we were meant to have
It doesn't matter if people I don't know or people who don't know me
think my disguise is me itself.
Because it never would matter anyway,
So when they come and save me,
I'll be free once more,
Right now I'm a blue caged bird
2.
I'm being hated everywhere I go,
I guess it doesn't matter.
But maybe the fact that I'll never find love
worries me a little.
3.
Why am I so untalented at everything
I want to be good at.
So untalented at everything I try at.
I know practice makes perfect
and I've been waiting for long.
I'm somewhere in between hasty and patient.
I'm somewhere in between excited and calm.
But what makes it hard
is fear of rejection
and realizing I'll never get anywhere in life.
but then all though I'm a pessimist,
I'm positively sure that it's not true.
I'm positively sure that I won't go nowhere in life.
4.
When I think about why I'm crying in the present,
when there so much good in the future.
I realize it is because
I have got nobody to talk to
and nobody would talk to a freak like me
But then I say,
it is all right
for the future holds
so very much good
But what will I do
With all that good?
Happiness doesn't come from good.
Doesn't come from bad.
It's up to me
and the sooner I realize
the sooner my dreams will come true
So good bye,
I'm off to see for myself.
5.
Pages of writing.
Pages of sketches.
All quite serial.
Nothing really fitting.
Don't yell at me.
We don't even know each others names.
I'm still waiting
A statue is a thunderstorm.
Pages of loneliness.
Pages of guilt.
Why doesn't she
wait a bit longer
Don't leave me,
I want to know more about you.
Stop trying
to make me feel dumb
Later will come
Something or Nothing.
We're all on a roll
A very cheesy roll
And every time I write cheesy
my writing turns cheesier.
Sorry if this stuff makes no sense. I am thirteen BTW.
What do you call these kinds of writing?
