tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47330882909068884622011-07-08T01:04:26.363-07:00My poemsAlyssaRoseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07363397560483031277noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4733088290906888462.post-3676112171461989252009-09-04T07:08:00.001-07:002009-09-04T07:09:10.717-07:00I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin<br />Feeling the euphoria of the win<br /><br />Little kids are running by<br />My head is in the sky<br /><br />Clouds touching and caring<br />Suddenly make me feel daring<br /><br />I run into fields<br />And lower my shields<br /><br />No more worries and be free<br />And then go back and have my tea<br /><br />Then there are the stars, just in time<br />And there, I end my rhyme<br /><br />Kim (September 4th, 2009)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4733088290906888462-367611217146198925?l=alyssarosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AlyssaRoseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07363397560483031277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4733088290906888462.post-22044871854238058022009-09-03T16:47:00.000-07:002009-09-03T16:55:49.636-07:00Sitting in the candle light<br />Thinking about wrong and right<br /><br />Tears streaming down my face<br />I feel stuck in a maze<br /><br />Lost, alone and scared<br />Feelings like no one cared<br /><br />Forgotten, not heard<br />Looked at like you're dirt<br /><br />Death is seeking us<br />Hoping we will get hit by a bus<br /><br />And when we finally are dead<br />Who will then be sad?<br /><br />Kim (September 4th, 2009)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4733088290906888462-2204487185423805802?l=alyssarosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AlyssaRoseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07363397560483031277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4733088290906888462.post-75510681327694273672009-08-31T12:04:00.000-07:002009-08-31T12:06:18.731-07:00God gives us all our strength we need<br />He gives us bones and veins to bleed<br />He makes us able to love<br />Makes us who we are, kind of<br />He decides when u live and die<br />Without even a sigh<br />We should love and fear him with our entire heart<br />And He will trust u from the moment u start<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4733088290906888462-7551068132769427367?l=alyssarosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AlyssaRoseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07363397560483031277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4733088290906888462.post-46885417400881481432009-08-31T12:03:00.000-07:002009-09-04T15:16:26.974-07:00Don’t pretend you can’t see<br />All the horrors on TV<br />People die in wars everyday<br />It’s not a game we play<br />Bush uses them as a pawn<br />But most won’t live till dawn<br />Should we simply accept this all?<br />And let people make us crawl?<br />Do we take orders all the time?<br />Or we say it’s an organized crime?<br />We take all peoples flaws<br />And wonder what’s the cause<br />Who decides we live or die?<br />Or say to us we are shy<br />So we make up your mind<br />And follow your decision blind<br />Think of other people sometimes too<br />And look with their view<br />Love your life as it is<br />Don’t want to be in showbizz<br />Be happy with all you’ve got<br />Don’t think of what your NOT<br /><br />Kim, August 10, 2008<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4733088290906888462-4688541740088148143?l=alyssarosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AlyssaRoseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07363397560483031277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4733088290906888462.post-15510663910727012452009-08-31T11:58:00.000-07:002009-09-01T11:34:57.974-07:00I wrote this poem 2 years ago. Found it again and thought I´d share it! Please tell me what you think!<br /><br />I am who I am, but no one really sees<br />Who is the person, who begs on her knees<br />The girl next door, Or a stranger?<br />Look beyond the person, not only the danger<br />People get hurt, day by day<br />In wars or in love, who will say?<br />You dream of your future, so much<br />Maybe of a stranger, who will help and touch<br />Someone who looks at the people and prays<br />To God, to Allah or anyone who listens these days<br />Is this the life we are leading?<br />Listen to orders and simply bleeding<br />When will all this pain end?<br />Today, tomorrow or never?<br /><br />Kim, August 10, 2007<br /><br />www.twitter.com/AlyssaRosey<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4733088290906888462-1551066391072701245?l=alyssarosey.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>AlyssaRoseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07363397560483031277noreply@blogger.com0