Poem Request for, TdiFan4Everz “What Fighting Really Is” (If te want a poem just ask me!)
Fighting is something people do
When they’re annoyed o mad,
In despair o feeling blue.
o maybe they’re feeling angry o sad.
It’s only something people play
That’s immature and childish.
It happens often; every day;
No più fighting; like I would wish.
Though there’s something to it;
Something like an argument,
When someone’s having a fit
o feeling anger o resent.
Fighting isn’t needed,
At least not now o here.
We somehow have to stop this...
Before it comes too near...
Ask yourself and think tonight;
What fighting really is for.
It is really an awful sight
And it will be, più and more.
So, everyone should know
Why fighting really exists.
It will grow and grow and grow;
The screaming, and hitting with fists.
So what I’m trying to express;
Why do people fight?
The world should be a peaceful place;
Glad and smiling and bright.
Think about it... Fighting doesn’t really have to exist. The only reason it happens is that we humans make it happen. Remember that.
“Think of the world, and how big it is. How many humans there are. Now think of your friends, o even, the people te know. Now compare that to the world. The world consists of many people, and most of them te won’t even know. But out of your small cerchio of the people te know... there must be two o three people te dislike. Now ask yourself, did te ever get into an argument o a fight with them? If yes, then thanks for Leggere this poem...” ~Yurie
Fighting is something people do
When they’re annoyed o mad,
In despair o feeling blue.
o maybe they’re feeling angry o sad.
It’s only something people play
That’s immature and childish.
It happens often; every day;
No più fighting; like I would wish.
Though there’s something to it;
Something like an argument,
When someone’s having a fit
o feeling anger o resent.
Fighting isn’t needed,
At least not now o here.
We somehow have to stop this...
Before it comes too near...
Ask yourself and think tonight;
What fighting really is for.
It is really an awful sight
And it will be, più and more.
So, everyone should know
Why fighting really exists.
It will grow and grow and grow;
The screaming, and hitting with fists.
So what I’m trying to express;
Why do people fight?
The world should be a peaceful place;
Glad and smiling and bright.
Think about it... Fighting doesn’t really have to exist. The only reason it happens is that we humans make it happen. Remember that.
“Think of the world, and how big it is. How many humans there are. Now think of your friends, o even, the people te know. Now compare that to the world. The world consists of many people, and most of them te won’t even know. But out of your small cerchio of the people te know... there must be two o three people te dislike. Now ask yourself, did te ever get into an argument o a fight with them? If yes, then thanks for Leggere this poem...” ~Yurie
Vannessa fought back the tears,
although her anguish showed as clear as day
on her eyes. Ryan smiled sheepishly, obviosly happy that he had made the Vannessa cry.He slammed the door hard.Vannessa backed away slowly,turned around,and broke into a run."Faster Faster!" she commanded herself,while fighting back a waterfall of tears."I have to get away!" Vannessa murmured under her breath.When she reached her house,she plopped down on her letto and let all her tears out."It will be alright tommorrow." she desperately tried to comfort herself.Then the terriying truth hit her, "It's not over yet." she wispered and broke out cying again.She knew there was no hope...
although her anguish showed as clear as day
on her eyes. Ryan smiled sheepishly, obviosly happy that he had made the Vannessa cry.He slammed the door hard.Vannessa backed away slowly,turned around,and broke into a run."Faster Faster!" she commanded herself,while fighting back a waterfall of tears."I have to get away!" Vannessa murmured under her breath.When she reached her house,she plopped down on her letto and let all her tears out."It will be alright tommorrow." she desperately tried to comfort herself.Then the terriying truth hit her, "It's not over yet." she wispered and broke out cying again.She knew there was no hope...
The moment i heard i was in the final 2 i was syced, but the bad thing was me and Sumer just became Friends and now we have to go against eachother, well the thing that made me win was the my step sister Heather kissed my cousin Duncan. Me and Sumer fliped, i was the winner, what was i going to do wiith all this money, idk, but i knew i was gonna throw a MASSIVE party, well the party is over, and i still have a TON of cash, so Me, Heather, and Duncan went and bought rediculous crap, and i still have a TON of cash, well i dont want to brag sorry if i was. oh and wanna know what Duncan did to me, HE TRIED TO PUSH ME OFF A CLIFF!!! i was being to over pretective of him so he tried to. the secondo i crossed that finish line i was like WTF!!!I WON???!?!?!?! im sorry u Lost Sumer, i feel really bad 4 ya, and to the rest of u im sorry u lost, and Ela-fant UR A FREAK!!!!!i mean that, lol, ok thx goodbye!
Emily: just start saying the names...
Nadia: as u know here in my island one giorno u are in and the successivo one u are out! lets start!!!
emily...
tappy....
danny...
Flavio...
Paola....
courtney....
heather, kevin... one of u will be out!
Heather: ough! just say my name!
Nadia: not so fast-
Kevin: ok, it was nice to be here-
Nadia: Kevin sit down!!!
Kevin: *sits down* fine...
Danny: just say who is out!
Nadia: heather.....
Tappy: but kevin-
Nadia: WHY U DONT LET ME FINISH MY SENTENCES!!!
Tappy: oh sorry
Nadia: ok, like i was saying, heather.... u are out!
Heather: what?!? u voted me off?!? ough! i want to see when u lose the game!!
Everyone: bye heather!