Outcasts, they tend to call us
The Weird Ones
The Freaks
But we like to think of ourselves as the
Special Ones
With our permanent marker doodles
on our converse
Ripped jeans and Elmo hearts and
poems written in the snow
Novels read beneath the covers 'til
dawn sa pamamagitan ng light of a flashlight
batteries nearly dead we've used them
so much
And dancing in the rain
Praying to Screamo and Hardstyle
And pag-awit to the stars
At the tuktok of our lungs with the car
windows open and the night rushing
in
Or on the tuktok floor of a tabing-dagat house
with the sea streched out before us
"Go home, you lose, good day, sir"
Turn around and say goodbye
Gum-wrapper braclets and crying to
the moon
Glasses and braces and beautiful eyes
Sad behind the smiles
And sitting in the corner to escape the
staring eyes
But we live in funny looks because they
remind us that we are special
Man we are special
We aren't the Outcasts, for we know
how to live
For we know how to be ourselves, what
to do
on a rainy Sunday afternoon
To all of those who truley know me,
and yet pag-ibig me anyway
The Weird Ones
The Freaks
But we like to think of ourselves as the
Special Ones
With our permanent marker doodles
on our converse
Ripped jeans and Elmo hearts and
poems written in the snow
Novels read beneath the covers 'til
dawn sa pamamagitan ng light of a flashlight
batteries nearly dead we've used them
so much
And dancing in the rain
Praying to Screamo and Hardstyle
And pag-awit to the stars
At the tuktok of our lungs with the car
windows open and the night rushing
in
Or on the tuktok floor of a tabing-dagat house
with the sea streched out before us
"Go home, you lose, good day, sir"
Turn around and say goodbye
Gum-wrapper braclets and crying to
the moon
Glasses and braces and beautiful eyes
Sad behind the smiles
And sitting in the corner to escape the
staring eyes
But we live in funny looks because they
remind us that we are special
Man we are special
We aren't the Outcasts, for we know
how to live
For we know how to be ourselves, what
to do
on a rainy Sunday afternoon
To all of those who truley know me,
and yet pag-ibig me anyway
I NOT HAS A PMS!!!!! - k.
Giggle Giggle went the lad’s,
For they were doing something bad,
What they were holding in their hands,
Oh, it was not the building plans!
Leaders of the building team,
Oh - so - sensible they seemed,
But what nobody else did see,
Was making them chuckle with glee!
One of them looked over his shoulder,
One of the men, the picture holder,
Just to make absolutely sure,
No one thought them immature.
When he saw the coast was clear,
Once madami at the picture did he peer,
And I’m sure sa pamamagitan ng now you’re aware,
Exactly what that man saw there!
Washington Post Competition asked for a two line rhyme with the most romantic first line and least romantic segundo line.
This is the (hands down!!) winner...
'My darling,my love,my beautiful life;
Marrying you simply demolished my life.
I see your face when i'm dreaming;
That's why i always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and HOT;
This describes everything you're not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take the paper bag off your face.
I pag-ibig your smile, your face, your eyes;
Damn,I'm good at telling lies!!!.'
This is the (hands down!!) winner...
'My darling,my love,my beautiful life;
Marrying you simply demolished my life.
I see your face when i'm dreaming;
That's why i always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and HOT;
This describes everything you're not.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take the paper bag off your face.
I pag-ibig your smile, your face, your eyes;
Damn,I'm good at telling lies!!!.'
