Poems....

Yeah...I guess that's what it was. I try not to ryhme too much. If I start to ryhme in one part, then can't in another, I mess up a little.

Yeah, same with me. But, surprisingly, I'm actually pretty good at rhyming. I mean, it has to be certain things, cuz I'm not good at rhyming with EVERYTHING...'^^

Nooooooooooooooooooo..................
Kayla, don't kill yourself! PLEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

[7/21/09 Admin Edit]

Never in a million years!

Phew. Thank goodness.
Danke Gott.
Danke Gott.

Okay, I've realized (thanks to a "recent situation" on this site) that I can't always ignore my problems. Sometimes, I've got to face them, even if I don't want to...

So, instead of either ignoring the problems (I have) or taking them out on other people, I'll write these nice little...weird....not-too-positive poems. Here's one, titled "I Want....":

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It seemed like, for once in my life, I wanted to feel beautiful.

I wanted to be important.

I wanted to be the topic of someone's positive disucssion.

But that's when I realized that it was impossible.

Who was I?

I was no one.

I was an outcast at school, and just another human being everywhere else.

To my friends (at school), I was someone to talk to when they needed help, or even if they were just bored and had nothing better to do.

As far as friendship (again, at school) goes, I was just another loner, walking the school halls, practicly invisible.

I want, I want...Like it even matters.

What does it matter?

I am no one....
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Yeah, that was based on some sudden realization I had after I felt like prepping myself up to fit in at school....=/

This was for an English assignment entitled "True Courage". If you're interested in more of my courage poetry for this assignment I'll post it.


To step out from comfort and warmth
When it’s simpler to hide away
To walk on through fears and doubts
Even though they seem ominous

To be the change that you wish to see
Even when it seems that the world is against you
To stand up for what is right
Though it is easier to stand back and watch injustice dealt

To leave fears behind in the dust
And move forward
Because true courage is not the absence of fear
But the willingness to proceed in spite of it

Awesome, El! Nice job! ^.^

Why thank you.

I think this is one of my favourite from my little "courage" series.

If I was to give





if I was to give
Our society
a face
what would it be like?
Male or
Female?
Old or Young?
Would it be
attactive or would it be
ugly
would it be smiling?
Or imbued with greed?
The smile for consumerism,
everything's okay.
You need this
item
to change your
life.

Would it scowl down on us
all
for our superficial
lies, and our cheap
love,

Or would it forgive us?

Would it
Smile on the
succesfull
and scorn the
poor

or would it be
the
other
way around?

If I was to give our society a face, would it be
healthy
or would it be
tired
and sad

and a plastic bag flies past in the wind
and I stand here and think.
think about our world.

If I was to give
the past
a face

would it be
lost
today

or would it smile at the
nostalgia of
days
gone by

The smile for consumerism,
everything's okay.
You need this
item
to change your
life.

Would the past
be
sad
at what it's world
became
or marvel
at the
changes

If I was to give
the future
a
face
would it
be
foreboding
scary
unfamiliar

would it look down upon our
simple ways
and laugh
like we laugh
at people of the
past
today

and a bird flies over
the wind
blows
in my ear
and I hear
a voice
and I see
a face

the face
of suffering

crying
out help

then I wake up
and the sun is rising
and it is
raining
the cars are
driving
the people are
working

and I see the face
and it is sad.

This short poem has to do with emotion and not fitting in.

The weather is hot
It feels way too hot to do anything
But I am cold
I'll be too cold to let your love in

The people are happy
Having too much fun to give me a thought
and I'm alone
But I'll be here because you're all that I've got

"If I was To Give"-That was amazing. I really, really liked it, Kip.

This last one-Still very good.

^^ I'm so glad you liked it Kayla.
I never think my poetry is that good so when someone says they like it it makes me feel very pleased.
<^_^>

Okay, this is a poem called...uhmm...okay, it doesn't have a title. I shall call it...Sick! But here it goes. '^^
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Sick

Sick with sorrow
Sick with grief
Sick with pain
No relief
So steal my heart
So steal my soul
And take the pain back
Just like a theif

You say you're there
But save your breath
You know it's a lie
So don't even try
You can't trick me
Sometimes, I wish for your death

And I walk away
With tears stinging my eyes
You cannot trick me
So don't even try...

I'm sick of this
I'm sick of the lies
I'm sick of you
I'm sick of goodbyes

Sick with sorrow
Sick with grief
Sick with pain
And no relief...

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