A girl and a dragon swim in a sea,
as a giant wave comes crashing by,
as they suddenly emerge from the water,
willing to escape.

But freedom isn't all.

A giant airoplane comes shooting by,
and the dragon and girl,
dive until they crash onto a volcano.

The volcano erups,
but there is still hope into the other people's souls,
And they fly and fly,
flying to get away,
get away from their enemies,
to get back their freedom,
and to go where they belong.

Today...

I go to a museum, 
I draw some fossils,
I copy titles,
I decorate uneatness. 

I don't eat breakfast,
I starve,
I eat lunch late and quickly,
a boring busdrive.

I am late for homeroom,
I am late for sport, 
I am late for english,
I am late for geo.

I have my pictures taken,
which make me late for geo,
which makes me forget my geo book,
which makes me get all nervous.

I am late for Guitar Orchestra,
I have to eat while people play,
I get my hands all dirty with chocolate,
I can't find my mum.

I can't find my mum,
I run to get my bags,
I run back,
I am EXHAUSTED.

I get a shower,
I practice my hobby presentation,
I study for history,
I study for VOCAB,
I study for french.

I do piano homework,
I fight with my sister,
I eat my supper,
and I go upstairs.

That is my worst day as well as the day that all happens (this poem is completely true)

 
When you find yourself in a situation,
where someone sends you an e-mail,
an e-mail of horrid stuff,
and there is lots of forwardings,
you scroll down and read it,
you're so scared and freaked out,
you decide you'll send it,
and more people sends you more?

Then people know your e-mail,
and they'll use it to send more,
and you're in a situation,
where you are getting more and more!

But there is a solution,
a very simple solution.

'Cause you decide whether you want more,
'Cause you're the one who listens to it,
But if you throw it in the trash,
the very moment you receive it,
before you even read it,
all you're problems are over.
 

 
Why do you care if I am small?
Why do you care if I am slim?
Why do you care if I look cute?
Why do you care?


Why do you say that I am shy?
Why do you say that I am childish?
Why do you say that?

I may be small,
I may be slim,
I may look cute.

But you don't know my personality,
you just guess it from my phsicality.

I am shy,
a bit,
yes it's true.

And?
Why do you care?

Tomorrow,
I'm going,
I'm going,
for sure.

I'm going,
I'm going,
Though I might not see them a lot,
but I'm going.

What should I Pack,
It's hard,
but I'm going,
I'm going.

It's not going to ruin my easter break,
I won't even let it happen,
I'm going,
and I'm going there to have some fun.

I might not see them a lot,
I know,
but I'm going,
I'm going,
I will see them,
I will.

I won't ruin my vacation,
no it won't,
because I'm going,
there's no excuse,
because I'll be there.

I tell you,
I'm going there,
and I'm going to see them.