My poetry and writting!
 
 
  My first potrait.
 
Since this page can not take all my writting go to poetry2
In the meantime This is:
My first portrait.

My first portrait.
This was taken in 1986
I'm just 8 days old
The way my father looks at me and smiles, and
The way my mother holds me is a once in a life time opportunity.
It is the day of my christening
Beautiful church, Choristers singing
Everybody joyous a new child is born
My parents are proud, my grandparents overjoyed
My uncles and aunts can't stop smiling
Everything is just the work of GOD.
Everybody gives comments: How lovely! How sweet!
That is all there is to it happiness and joy.
Give joy to the creator a new child is born!
TOSIN ADEYANJU
12/2/98.


 
  Miss You!
  When I think of the day we met,
I break into tears; I do so because,
I miss you as much as is humanly possible,
I feel like all the moments we spent together are just seconds that are now gone forever,
Oh how will I live without you by my side?
How will I survive another day?
Please come back to me before I die,
Because without you I know I will not survive another day!

Tosin Adeyanju.

14th March �99.

This one is very stupid 'cause I just wrote it from my brain without anyone's editing it.


 
  Amanda's diary.
  11th DECEMBER '87.

Dear diary,

Today was the worst day of my life. Tom said I�m the snobbish, most inconsiderate, most selfish person he knows. I guess you�d like to know why.

It all started when he asked me to go to the movies with him. I asked why we had to go where he wanted us to go. I said I�d prefer to go to the club. He asked why I wanted things my way he also reminded me that last Friday we went to the club because I insisted that we go there. I told him I didn�t care and he blew up. He said I was a spoilt girl (I�m the only child) that always gets what I wanted. Then he said it. I remember with heartache. Am I really that snobbish, selfish, inconsiderate person he portrays me to be? I don�t know what to do or how to appologize. I�m miserable. I just hope I�m forgiven by tomorrow.

12th December 1987

Dear diary,

Tom still doesn�t wanna talk to me. I don�t know what to do. That wasn�t the worst part of my day. First I got an �F� on the science test next I got detention for talking in the library {I was actually appologizing to Tom though to no avail}. I got home late �cause of my detention and mum was ready to �eat me alive� when I finally got home. The only bright part of my day was when we ate Macaroni and cheese for dinner {my favourite meal}.

Mom sent me to my room after dinner. She said �No Television for three weeks�. So I�m stuck up here till morning. Well I�m tired so good night. P.S. I was grounded because of my Science test. Mum doesn�t know about my detention. I told I was at Martha�s.

14th January 1988.

Dear diary,

Things are getting worse each day. I can�t stand this silence any longer. Tom asked me for my stencil in class today. Does this mean he still likes me or is he just being a usual classmate? I don�t know. Well I have other things to think about so I don�t cry myself to sleep any more.

My mum gave me $50 to go shopping. I got to the mall and found this exotic purple and black stripped dress which I fell in love with at once {naturally} and guess what it was $70 by the time I got that money out of my mum the dress would be out of fashion. I just have to have it, but guess what? I told mum and she said absolutely not. My best friend is going to Sweet Valley and the other one is going to Springfield. My life practically bites. Maybe I�ll soon move away from myself. Well till then I have to wait.
Adios till next time.
Yours truly,
Amanda Hodgkins.
This was not written by Amanda Hodgkins that is if she exists (sorry to her if she does) but by me and I made up both the story and the characters.



 
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