Have you ever been in the situation that your bored?
It's one of the "best" situations,
And it's "well adored".

The reason why,
is because you can't do anything,
So basicly you'd prefer to die.

Most of you would prefer to be alive and not be bored.
But How can you not be bored and survive this situation?
Hmmm....
A good website is well adored...
So why not make another poem so people could adore it more?

And then BOOM!
A whole less people bored,
because they are reading haikufeel,
And I'm not either because I'm writing this.
But some of you people don't care about poems,
And you say this website is worst than a club,
well you are losing an enormous Oppurtunity,

TO NOT BE BORED!!!!!!

When Mama was sick,towel on her head,
Daddy sent her to her room,into her bed.
When Daddy was sick,
Sneezing everywhere,
Mama tucked him up tight,
In his bed up the stairs.
When Sister Judy was sick,
Coughing this way and that,
Mama and Daddy said
"Well,that's that!"
And off to bed she went.
When I got sick,
I missed school,
All my friends in a blunder,
I was gone for a day ,
And they started to wonder.
But when the Earth was sick,
Many years ago,
People didn't try to stop it,
They just let it go.
No vaccinations or medicene,
Asprin or Nurofen,
And now we live in space,
Because the Earth has died because of the
Lazy Human Race!
So I ask you now,
How do you heal a sick world?

I tune my guitar all excited for the exciting concert.
And suddently all the worries appear.
I feel a shiver on my back and it asks these questions.

Your guitar will it fall?
Will it crash in the middle of the show?
The positioning?
What about that?
Will I forget my place?
The singing?
Will I lose my voice?
Oh! the positioning!
Where shall I sit next?
How shall I go off stage?
WHAT SHOULD I DO????

But I feel a shiver in my back and this time it's not my nevoursity,
it's my Relief!
I take a deep breath in and out and finally I go on stage.

That feeling when your birthday is in december and you just want to play with the snow on your special day... and just a few days before it, the snow melts... 
Well, this how I expressed my disappointment in december 2010, a few days before my tenth birthday.
To read the poem, click read more.

Don't you love snow? Well, I certainly did as a child, and I still do now! This poem was written nine days before my tenth birthday, hoping that the snow would still be there on my special day...
To read the poem, click read more.