yeah... for Creative Writing, I had to write a amor poem. I don't like anybody in that way (right now, at least) so I ended up escritura mine about Kowalski. It's a free-verse poem, so it doesn't rhyme, but... yeah.
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word tu say
too many variables and equations
but I amor it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as tu experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
tu are más careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
o make a fool of yourself
por making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
When I hear your soft, smooth voice
I don't understand a word tu say
too many variables and equations
but I amor it anyway
Your clear blue eyes
masked behind protective goggles
as tu experiment
with dangerous chemicals
In your world, the only thing
I can make sense of
is the fact that maybe
tu are más careful when I'm around
don't want to hurt me
o make a fool of yourself
por making something explode
...
it doesn't work that well
but that's okay with me
<3
a tribute to pingüino, pingüino de of Madagascar
please comentario it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pingüino, pingüino de of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
registrarse together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I amor them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pingüino, pingüino de of Madagascar
tu will never be forgotten
please comentario it my first artical
What us fans have joined together let no writer rip asunder
pingüino, pingüino de of Madagascar fans of all age, gender, race, beliefs ect…
registrarse together to celebrate a great show
They made us laugh
They made us cry
They even made us smile
Thought-out the years of villains summit
The prize of know them all
Even the annoying king
I hope that my voice has been heard
Cause I amor them all with all my heart
And distressed that it ending
With all us depending
Penguins will last forever
In our hearts
Long live pingüino, pingüino de of Madagascar
tu will never be forgotten
This is my first fan fiction. Hope tu enjoy it! Oh, and if tu were wondering, this story is told from Johnson's point of view.
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my inicial could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt o a grocery store. Still, the only good comida I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The muro belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
"Yes!" I cried."I found it!"
I had been searching for over four years now, but it had totally paid off. I still wonder why I ran off in the first place. The vet could've totally healed my broken wing.
As I wandered through Central Park, I wondered how my inicial could've changed in the last six years. Surely most things would be the same!
Still, what would I have to lose if everything was different? I lived in the streets and felt like a tray mut. I scrounged for most of my meals. The only time I have real dinners was when I break into a restraunt o a grocery store. Still, the only good comida I ever got from doing that was a stale fish-stick and a melted snow cone.
I was so deep in thought, I bumped into a wall. When I looked up at the wall, I almost screamed with happiness. The muro belonged to the Central Park Zoo!
