Ower Poetry an Songs

Ok, so I deciyded I riyt som of me own poetree an yoo can add yor stuff ere as well. Cos that wot this post is for.

1] If it a song then tell evreebodee wat moosic it to, an put a link to it.

2] Then say abowt yor poem and say wot it abowt, an yor inspirayshun.

The Tewn
I wos listenin to a well niyc song, an it like from Soweto in South Africa, but it not. It by a band oo normalee do lowds of cool ambient moosik, but this won diffrent. It calld Election Day an it by The Normalities. An yoo can listen to it free or buy the howl album for 99p! It at www.junodownload.com/labels/Subatomic/releases
An I reellee liyked the well gud simpl melodee an rithum. An I been hummin it for ayges now, an finkin of words to it. It be best if yoo listen to the moosic first then yoo av the tewn in yor ed.

The Song
So I rowt this for skool (That why it in English an not Tiglish). It well eesee to wriyt short liyns liyk this an get fings to riym.

An I well cheesd off wiv wot us kids av to put up wiv from the ‘grownups’ an bullees, an wot they doin to ower world. So it abowt that it up to us to chayng it cos the grownups forgot abowt wot they dreemd wen they kids, an jus carrid on rekin ower world for us. An it jus follows me day at skool, an wot I finkin an learnin, an wot I gonna do wiv all me new nowlij.


Change a Day

The sun shines through
My window pane
It wakes me up
To start again

We toiling hard
To fill our brain
The games we play
The bullys pain

We stand in line
We join the class
We wait a while
Our turn to pass

We take it in
What they say
Our minds are filled
For another day

We work our brains
To find out why
that some live well
And some must die

We learn the lesson
Of days gone past
We learn them quick
We learn them fast

We break the day
With play and fun
Our life on Earth
Has just begun

We join the games
The playing field
The acting out
But we must yield

To others’ might
And grownup voice
When we grow up
We have the choice

To follow on
Like every one
Did in the past
How long to last?

Until we see
By following
That we’re as bad
As grownups’ sin

We must brake free
And change for good
And squash the bad
‘Cos we know we should

‘Cos if we follow
Like loads of sheep
Then gronwups’ world
Is ours to keep

Unless we use
The lessons told
And make a world
For when we old

So as I lie
And watch the sun
I know that my
Day has begun

And I have the choice
Like every day
To change the world
For a better way

Tiger

Wilbur's Poetry

My bff Wilbur wos well cleva at lowds of fings. He not veree gud at torkin wiv anybodee, but that cos ee autistic. An that ment ee not liyk torkin or avin frends much. But cos ee neva torkd ment that ee spend a lot mor tiym finkin insted of blabbin. So ee a lot cleverer at ovva fings.

Won fing ee wos bludee gud at wos poetry. Cos ee won lowds of competitions at skool an in the cownty. So I gonna put som ere for u an if u liyk them then tell me, then I publish som mor.

Now yoo miyt fink thees poems ar a bit gud for a 11 year old kid. But ee rowt them wen ee jus 7! An that well gud cos they betta then miyn now an I 13!


Grandma

Her skin shiny but gentle
her heart old but warm
her smile wrinkley but happy
her eyes yellow but kind
her walk wobbly but experianced
her love as young as mine


Deserve

Ow
that hurts!
More than ever!
Ow
and another
but i deserve it
my skin is tender
and singing
but i deserve it
in dont cry till its stopped
"and dont do it again"


Winter

Winter ices
ices my heart
heartens my soul
soulless breath fills the air
air frezes the glass
glassy sides on the trees
trees still and hard
harder to breath
breath in the winter
winter ices


I see him lying there

i see him lying there
still
quiet
noise and turmoil about him
he was running
chasing
flashing
panting
i see him lying there
still
quiet
they werent watching
they stare now
there breath caught
like his
in the wind
i see him lying there
still
quiet
he is calm
relaxed
his friends are wild
screaming
hearts pumping
his still
i see him lying there
still
quiet
goodbye
my friend


Now I downt know abowt u but ther no way I knew a word liyk turmoil wen I 7!

So plees riyt a comment an I put mor up if u interestesticular.

Frends, Bullees, Mad Siyentists, an the Internet

I am riytin this cos I a bit fed up wiv reel bullies, an cos I well liyk all my noo frends.

Wen I first caym to liv at my skool I arriyvd befor the ova kids cos I new. So I shown be bedroom no4, an I ad 4 beds to choos from. So I chows the won nex to the window. Now me first frend wos Mark. I can say is naym cos I fort ee a well niyc frend an ee neva stayd at a bordin skool befor eva. An I ad. An layta yoo see why ee not ere aneemoor.

So we shown arownd the skool wiv all the ova new kids an we ad a niyc tiym until the ova boys arriyvd. The two ova boys oo in room 4 wiv us wos Geoffrey oo the bully and Charles the fitness boy. As soon as Geoffrey the bullee caym in to the room ee well nastee to Mark an told im to moov is bed cos ee was sleepin in HIS bed. Ee not miyc or owt, or say “Excuse me, but there seems to be a mistayk.” Or any shit liyk that! No! He jus ses Mark betta moov his shit by the tiym Geoffrey come back or ther be trubl. An I fort ~ Hey! Robocop or wot?

So I not liyk Geoffrey riyt from the start an Mark not reellee liyk im eeva.

But Charles was well niyc. Ee was well into fitness stuff an gows runnin evree mornin befor I evn wayk up an ee well musculated an always got energee. But altho ee not actulee be a bully, ee sort of lets Geoffrey be won, an dusnt do too much to stop it. Wich I fink is neerlee as bad.

Cos wen I stand up for Mark and say that Geoffrey the bullee bein nastee, an it not fair, ee grabbd me privats an wos well nastee to me. An Charles the harfabullee, afta a bit, sed that Geoffrey shud tayk it eesee. And Geoffrey did. But Charles the harfabullee not reellee stop im.

An Geoffrey the bullee was well nastee to me an Mark for ayges. So I becaym well gud frends wiv Mark.

Wot I not know wos Mark wos liyk a dubl agent! An reellee e was cleverer then ee mayd owt an mayd me, an Geoffrey an som ova kid in skool, do som well nastee stuff, jus by pretendin ee my bestest frend evva; Wilbur.

So wiyl I bein well niyc to Mark an torkin to im, an elpin im wiv puter work, ee trikin me an gettin lowds of informayshun abowt the ova boys from me laptop. An Mark well not liyk the fact that me an the ova boys wer well appee sein eech ova nayked an shit, an we not fink ther nowt rong wiv that. But Mark fort it well dodjee. So ee manipulaytatoried us all to urt eech ova for him, by pretendin ee Wilbur’s ghostie on the internet. Wich was well cleva, but well, well nastee. An Templeton fink I wud av been killd evn, if somat not don abowt it all.

So wen it all got a bit well too nastee, me frend Templeton an Wilburs Dad sayvd my liyf, Mark got tayken away to I downt know wher, an me, an Geoffrey, an this ova kid got told we ad to be well gud or we get chukd owt of skoolage.

So now I got to still liv wiv a bullee, an a half bullee, but at leest the reel big bulleepretendintobemyfrend kid gon. An now I got a new boy in me room 4 called Henry.

Now Henry is definitytitywityfoolius a niys kid. An ee not no bully in disgiyz. But that meen that Geoffrey the bully tayk well advantaj of im an get im to do lowds of shit for im. But I jus try an elp im lowds an be niys all the tiym, an get im to do jus a few fings wiv us. Espeshullee cos is Mummy jus diyd in a car accidentitudination. So I well sorree for im.

An then I startd wiv me Shelfari accownt an ther lowds of well nicitrepidulants ther oo not bully me at all eva. Exep won oo sed that if I calld im a sertun niknaym agen ee smash me fayc in. But that ok, cos I shud av askd. But they all bein well niys. An I know they not jus pretendin [I know wot pretending means but if it ‘pre’ then it must be befor ‘tending’! So wot dus ‘Tending’ mean?] cos all me noo frends not got eneefing to gayn by jus pretendin they me frend.

Now I always bein told that u not be abl to trust nobodee on the internetalude. Cos yoo neva know wot they r. An yoo miyt fink they a well niys kid, who yor gud frend, an they end up bein a peapod oo wants to ave yor pants off u, an I know cos that append to me! But I finkin ~ Hang on a minit! Evreebodee sayin ow dangerousanation it is on the Intergalacticnettybetty but apart from my won mistayk [an that onlee cos I not follow the rools] ther not been nobodee oo be aneefin but a gud frend to me.

Now me actewel frends in reel liyf oo I actulee liv wiv, an I can see them an tuch them, they turn owt to be bullees and alf bullees an psychomainiacs trying to kill u. An that just the 3 that livd wiv me! An at the moment Geoffrey the bullee is being reellee reellee beestlee, an forcin me to do fings, an I rather haytin im a lot.

An all me frends I got now miyt be mad scientists or murderers or 95 year old peapods, but they jus me frends. An as long as I keep to the rools, then they always be me freends. [By the way, I not reellee fink they ar anyfin nastee, I jus maykin a point. Ok?]

So I say that u jus be niys to evreebodee an not nastee to non, an u follow all the rools the grownups mayk abowt bein sayf an I rekon yoor Internetination of frends ere r probablee the best u gonna get.