Change Over

Trapped inside a body that isn't mine, about to be killed by a fate that belongs to another short brown hair whips around my face it should be yellowy gold, long and thick but this is my fate to be placed into a dying body that isn't mine to feel their pain hear their wishes but unable to do anything to be a prisoner, to be deaths guest not just once but a million times. what's the worst pain you've ever felt? because i can bet that by miles,huge miles. Loud  screams exit  her mouth getting closer to death falling, falling. 

LANDING . ENDING

PIA - BABBLE

Pia ,Pia
eat your kneea
bake a cake
and say Pakeca
write a poem
sing a song
 dance a jig
with a purple mom
do piano tiles
and green screen along
this is a really poem.

Alice Alice in your palace
how do your bananas grow?
with lots of cake and an earthquake
i'll have bananas all in a row
BANANA
BABBLE

Violet The Awesome

violet is evil
violet is bad
violet likes babbles
and violet ate her dad
violet is naughty
which makes Pia glad
she shaves your head when your asleep
and eats your birthday cake
she puts a hole in the piping which makes the toilet leak
she pokes the cat
and cooks the dog
she sings a very rude song
about how she was made and loves marmalade
with a dance to go along!

THE NO FOOD POEM

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BAPPLE

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ANOREXIC in Control poem

In Control Poem

Almost empty

A fallen Soul

A living Stick-man

It’s in control

Eating away

Such a slow decay

Hollow cheeks

Empty eyes

A deathly figure on the sunrise

Words of pain

Nothing to lose

Nothing to gain

Inked paper

Blank eyes

You're not fat you say,

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