The blue chair

Theres a chair in the
middle of the
room

Whats it doing there? That
I do not
know

I feel like its trying
to say something
important

I think in my head.
But my brain's
empty

Theres a chair in the
middle of the
room

Its blue. It has metal
coloured linings. Its
nice

my feelings for this chair
are big. my friend

Theres a chair in the
middle of the
room

someone comes and sits on
the chair. I die

I feel heart broken. My
eyes drooped in
sadness

Theres a chair in the
middle of the
room

-Janine-

The Sorrow of our Ancestors (FIRST DRAFT)

The sorrow of our ancestors

Through all the

Pain, sorrow, and war

The things they did for us will not be forgotten

If they didn't do what they did we wouldn't be 

Here

We, our generation must help

So that later generations will be free

Like us

We shall do like our ancestors

So there shall be 

Freedom in our world

It takes 2

Hey guys, I'm probably not going to publish the top one, but it was on the top of my head and I wanted to see a bit of how it looked like, then I changed it a bit into stanzas:

It takes 2 to hug
It takes 2 to share
It takes 2 to laugh

It takes 2 to dream
It takes 2 to build
It takes 2 to love
and care for the world

Or...

You need someone to
hug you when
your alone

You need someone to
share a toy when
your alone

It takes 2 to
tickle and make the
other laugh

You need someone to
dream with when
your alone

You need 2 to
build something with
some one else

It takes 2 people
to love each other when
their alone

-Janine-

My Room


my room
mine mine mine
its all mine


my room
i wake up to it
i sleep in it
it all mine


nothing
nothing can tack in
away

my room
my hope
my dicier
my place were dreams
can come true

my room
its absolutely spotless
in my own way
my organized closet
my clean floor


my room
sometimes i wish i
didn't have clean it
some say if you want it to
get filled withe clothes on the floor that's your decision

my room
my hell
my endless purple

my room
my darkness
my unthinkable
dreams

my room
my everything


Alex

A musical note-draft 2

Hey guys, I added a few stanzas at the end. But Im not sure if they are so good... Please leave a comment!!!




Already walking into the
music room I can
hear it

its music, I look
at the blackboard, I
see it

Music notes, I saw
the teacher, I
could hear

Her voice, I see
her fingers moving
on something

the piano, I see
her having a
good day

I walk out, I
can not hear
a thing

Im mute, all the
joy is in
that room

I try to go
back in but
I cant
once you come out,
you have to
start again

-Janine-