I bet everyone's dying to find out what
this page is for right? (cricket: chirp chirp) Anyhoo, sometimes I right good poetry- actually that's for you to decide. But I guess I'll go through all my writing and start uploading my fabulous poems. Hope it doesn't burn your eyes. Peace. Out.
Peotry Archive8/19/09
I Live, You Live?
From zero to infinity,
With lot's of things like rocks and trees,
I learn to speak-and bleat-and sneeze,
I see-and feel-and love-and steel,
And wonder if the world is real,
I grow-and age-and grieve-and weep,
I eat-I breathe-I even sleep,
Whether I dream I'm not quite sure,
Dreams are usually easier to endure,
I live-I laugh-I hurt,
My energy-it comes in spurts,
What wonder is this thing called time,
Swimming as the winds unwind,
And not forgot-I also rhyme.
7/29/09
Let Yourself Be Heard
If there's something you need to say,
don't let it wait.
Find the words,
find your voice,
Whether to be heard,
or fade away,
it's your choice,
leave or stay,
nothing's absurd,
when it has meaning to your world.
7/03/09-
The legacy of our country
There in,
then out,
then back again without,
then war within,
then war against the out,
Then war between.
Assert our Independence.
Then war within our hearts.
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2/15/08-Poem
Zombie Nightmare
Scree! makes the sound of nails on the black board,
Screeeeam!! makes the sound of the prey of an evil zombie hoard.
Eeek!! makes the sound of a girl,
The zombies just entered the bathroom,
“Don’t worry, I’ll save you!” And Hero picks up and defends with a broom.
“Hit it, hit it!” cried the girl,
And Hero wacked off it’s head,
But the Zombie still moved,
With a startling gasp,
. . .
He was safe in his bed.
2/6/08-Poem
Whatever Comes to Mind
On a hot summer’s day,
Two months past May,
A field of flowers and a few trees,
Swaying in the soft breeze,
A whisp of wind,
And the petals begin to swim.
A wonderful feeling,
A mysterious esscence,
That can only be felt
when you open all of your senses.
1/23/08- Poem!!!
The Disappearance of Time and Communication
Stop all the clocks,
Cut off the telephone
and civilization,
Shall most definitely be ruined.
Where time is nothing but a myth,
And phones are not even that,
These treasures of humanity,
Known to all worldwide,
Have ceased to exist.
In a long forgotten world,
Where an inch can be an everlasting plain,
And where mortals have never reign.
2/14/07-Here's my poem Today- I haven't decided if this is going to be a weekly thing or not. This is in a Shakespearean Sonnet style.
Falling Lost but Flying Found
In all of my fears,
In my deepest dreams,
In a river of tears,
Nothing feels like what it seems.
Fallin’ over myself,
In an infinite hole.
Never get any help,
It is black and cold.
Seein’ light at the top,
Just an instant of flare,
Down an endless drop,
All I need is somebody to care.
Falling lost-here you are,
But flying found-perfect now, I’m like a star.