I am going to collect all of your secrets and redistribute them. With another person's secret, write a poem telling the story of that secret as if it were your own and addressing what you think about it. Play with form and structure. Remember, think about word choice and descriptions. Paint a picture in your reader's head.
If you are stuck, you could even look back at the secret as if you were older and wiser.
Good luck and be creative!
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Secret Poem
I am going to collect all of your secrets and redistribute them. With another person's secret, write a poem telling the story of that secret as if it were your own and addressing what you think about it. Play with form and structure. Remember, think about word choice and descriptions. Paint a picture in your reader's head.
If you are stuck, you could even look back at the secret as if you were older and wiser.
Good luck and be creative!
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Emotional Moments:
ReplyDeleteTears streamed down my face
I clutched my best friend's hand
An immense feeling of sadness overwhelmed me
I couldn't avoid the judgmental stares
The screen erupted in color
And I cried even harder
I hope no one finds out
I cried during How to Train Your Dragon.
“I have a secret stash of pickles in my room...”
ReplyDeleteSometimes I wonder why I keep such a secret,
Hidden away in drawers and blankets.
I inspect about the world around me,
Just to see if people are watching.
It’s strange I have to be different,
It’s weird to be diverse.
In a world of similarity and gray, why must I shine like a neon green sign?
The other kids that all have normal things to like would laugh and point.
It’s easy to make fun of the odd one out.
I guess that’s why my secret stays a secret.
I guess that’s why no one knows.
I guess that’s why I wait until the yellow sun fades deep behind the clouds and my room is purple-black to pull out my only vice, the monster on my back.
My ill-lit room watches, my actions slow and soft,
I will not give up what I love until I’m told to stop.
The accordion, mandolin, the resonator guitar,
ReplyDeleteThe blaring, the blasting, their flawless attire.
Voices like angels, smiles blind the sun,
So flawless, so perfect,
God’s true form.
Mumford and Sons, the one and only,
Breathtaking, heart stopping,
Sending chills through my spine.
Mumford and Sons, none can compare,
The most glorious band,
receiving countless awards.
Their music enchanting,
and looks equally fare,
Mumford and Sons, so flawless, so perfect,
God’s true form.
Plastic Surgery
ReplyDeleteI am not beautiful.
My life scorned by my hideousness.
No matter the cost,
laying on that cold table.
The mask taking me into sweet oblivion.
My face going numb with the anesthesia,
coursing through my lungs.
It evaporates straight into my blood.
I see the sharp instruments,
and the light hung over fade away.
The heart monitor beeping until,
my sense of hearing is gone.
Sweet dreams of myself being popular,
and everyone enjoying my company.
No more being shut out at the lunch table,
or the other students making fun of me.
I am not rich but this could fix all my problems.
Problems fade away with a simple cut,
and snip of skin.
While still dreaming of sweet popularity,
I am pulled away trying to go back I wake up.
The doctors tell me success,
but I will be the judge of that.
My face wrapped in linen and gauze.
I look in the mirror my new face shinning.
One question running through my mind.
Am I pretty now?
When we drive up in front of the Wyoming house
ReplyDeleteThe door will be open,
Just like always
We'll be run over by the dog
And squeezed by grownups
Just like always
We'll unpack
and eat homemade food
Just like always
Then we'll go hunting
Down in the valley
Just like always
The aunts will stay back
Along with Dad.
Bennet Daniels
ReplyDeleteMrs. Smith
English 9 Honors
19 February, 2013
Secret Poem
As the light of one nation slowly fades
The lights of another nation grow bright
Where stars shine in the light
And where I become famous
My golden house shines bright
Wearing my leopard skin jacket
Meeting my loyal fans
As I sing about cheese
Sweden is where I am known
For my ability to motivate a nation
Through my songs of inspiration
With people I share my praise
Here in the states
No one knows of my abilities
To inspire a nation
With my talent of singing and dancing
Where I am from
People know me for my talents
But here in the states
I am known only by my friends
I am a foreigner
ReplyDeleteI come from a place unlike this one
A place where people act differently
Things move faster
Where I come from
There are no monstrous rocks
that rise from the land to form stiff peaks.
Where I come from
White dust does not fall from the sky
Landing daintily on the tips of pine trees
and people do not glide down those monstrous rocks
on top of the white dust.
Where I come from
There are no haunted hotels
no ghostly twins, or crazy hotel caretakers
nor are there any profane fourth graders
who walk around poking merciless fun at celebrities.
I am a foreigner
I come from a place unlike this one.
I have a weakness for food
ReplyDeleteSo many dishes to make,
but in so little time!
If I had to choose
I would go for something soft and fluffy
Maybe a meringue or soft pretzel!
I have an addiction to them
I love to make the sweet treats
all day, everyday
A warm, soft pretzel
and a fluffy meringue
are all I need to live a happy life!
Warmth and comfort,
ReplyDeleteProtection and safety,
When I need a reminder
Of all that makes me smile,
I pull him out from under my bed,
And I stare.
Furr all worn and matted,
So much love in every stitch,
So many memories from one thing,
How could I ever leave him,
Why would I?
From the day I was born,
To the day before last,
He’s there to listen,
To love and support,
To forget would be to betray,
This little stuffed bear is so much more,
Than anything any one person could give me,
I will never let him go.
Crunch, crisp, crumble, crack
ReplyDeleteGolden crumbs fall to my plate as I seek out the prize
The fortune
This fortune will be the one to change my life
This fortune will be my lucky fortune
This fortune will be the one I’m sure of it
You can never be too careful
You can never take risks when it comes to fortune
I peek around to make sure I am alone
I open my mouth wide for the little fortune
I quickly swallow the slip of paper
And I know that now my fortune will come true
Because now it rests within me
It is one of the many, many things that make me who I am.
ReplyDeleteno one else can ever possess it
there might be many like it, but this one is mine
forever mine, and no one else's
that little freckle on the back of my left ear
Not sure how it got there or where it came from
but there it is
and it is part of what me
what makes me different
I stand out from all of the other boring, freckle-less people
It is so small, and so insignificant,
and in the grand scheme of things, so am I
but then, so important at the same time
because how many things in your life do you have that you can say
is yours, and only yours
no one else can ever have it
that little freckle on the back of my left ear
The real story
ReplyDeleteI used to be the biggest baddest lasso-er in town
ain’t nothing could get by me
cows? no chance
horses? no chance
then there was the day
our town got ransacked by the cowboys
that day i lost my ropin’ skills
I couldn't save my wife,
I couldn't save the town
I let everyone down
I hide in shame,
from the day
no one knows what I can do
and I don't want them to
it brings back a part of me I will never get back
I’m Scared of Moths
ReplyDeleteSmall, drab colored bodies.
Wings fluttering effortless;
These are the things that scare me the most.
Populations multiplying by the thousands every spring.
Knowingly mistaken as butterflies;
These are the things that scare me the most.
The way they pop up out of nowhere;
Suddenly appearing out of thin air.
These are the things that scare me the most.
Small, drab colored bodies.
Wings fluttering effortless;
These are the things that scare me the most.
David Harrell
ReplyDelete2-19-12
3rd Hour
Footie PJ's
When I go to sleep,
I slowly doze off counting sheep
While wearing footie PJs.
Why do I do this,
I haven't the crudest
beginnings of an idea.
They are fuzzy and pink
and it really makes me think
that I need some new pajamas.
The bottoms are tiger print
and I haven't the slightest hint
who would make such a thing.
It has a small hood.
The print is that of wood
and I should probably give it away.
But the sleeves have feathers,
to keep warm in cold weathers
So it is mildly practical.
The feathers are glow in the dark
for a casual night walk in the park
and it is very stylish.
It has a large turtle shell on the back,
and is a shiny shade of black
so that I can protect myself.
The belt is made from Crocodile skin,
and has a buckle in the shape a bowling pin.
I should probably throw it away.
I hate spiders
ReplyDeleteThey are good hiders
Their eight hairy legs
Standing on pegs
Waiting to pounce
As they bounce
Every night
They give me a fright
But I always look
Before I cook
And when I go to bed
I peek my head
Under the bed
If they’re there I turn cherry red
But I always check
So they don't scare the heck
Out of me
So I flee
Spiders are so yucky
If there are none I feel lucky
To this day
And my dismay
They show up before I sleep
I hope they don’t keep
The Secret
ReplyDeleteWhen I was little I used to take my fish out of its tank and watch it flop around in my hands.
My little friend flopping
Trying to breath
Searching for water
Laughing seeing him wriggling in my hands
Little did I know
When my friend stopped flopping
Sank to the bottom of the bowl
My little friend now lives in a different bowl
In the sky
Trapped
ReplyDeleteAll the blood rushes to your feet
You’re panting
Like you just ran a marathon
You’re trapped
You feel like you can’t breathe...
No matter how hard you try
Everything is spinning,
Everything hurts
You’re trapped
You want to cry out for help,
For someone to make it better
...But you can’t
Your mind is racing a mile a minute
But everything seems like it is in slow motion
You’re trapped
Everything is closing in around you
Your heart is beating a mile a minute
It takes you over
It’s paralyzing
It consumes you
But you still manage
You fight it
You refuse to let it run your life
You hide it
You keep it a secret
But you keep your head held high
But it’s always there
Even when you feel okay
It’s in the back of your mind
A constant reminder
It’s a constant struggle
Not with someone else
But with yourself
Anxiety
Comfortable Secret
ReplyDeleteWhy do we have secrets?
Why do we ask questions?
What is a secret?
How do you get a secret?
Mind.
Mastery of the mind.
Create something special.
If it matters to you,
It’s a secret.
My secrets.
The things close to my heart.
I’ll tell you a secret,
If you’ll protect it.
I eat the same dinner every Friday night.
It’s simple, quiet.
But it’s something that matters to me.
It’s the same old every Friday,
But I like it like that.
It becomes my comfort meal.
I can look forward to Friday night,
Simply, because Friday’s are special.
I have Pain.
ReplyDeletePain is in my eyes.
Pain is in my heart.
Pain is in my smile.
But I am not Pain,
I fight Pain.
I beat Pain.
I control Pain.
I am not Pain.
I am Strength.
“I am literally not able to delete music off of my phone in fear that I will need it one day. I’m sentimentally attached to all of it.”
ReplyDeletePantoum Poem:
I stare at the screen
clutched inside my palm.
Would I? Would I really
Delete...
Clutched inside my palm...
I cannot, will not
Delete
A single song on my phone.
I cannot, will not.
What if, for any reason, I need it?
A single song on my phone,
One specific song on my phone.
What if, for any reason, I need it...
Would I? Would I really...?
One specific song on my phone...
I stare at the screen
I’m attached.
Sentimentally connected,
I cannot cut the line.
I will not sever the thick cord.
Sentimentally connected
to every track on my phone.
I will not sever the thick cord
between a song and my heart, my mind.
To everyone track on my phone,
I dedicate my yearning.
Between a song and my heart, my mind,
there is an unimaginable necessity...
I dedicate my yearning.
I cannot cut the line.
There is an unimaginable necessity...
I’m attached
Stealing from the Cookie Jar
ReplyDeleteSecret: I used to steal cookies from my grandma's cookie jar. Just kidding, I still do.
Oh, of all the delicious things
My grandma makes and bakes
The cookies in the cookie jar
Are flawless with no mistakes
Mom says don’t even attempt it
Grandma says there aren’t any left
Grandpa says go for it, it’s always filled
Dad says that if I don’t, I will always be unfulfilled
I plan ahead, no one will be in sight
My ninja-like stealth will keep me safe in the night
Oh the treasure, oh the reward
If I pull this off correctly, it could be a new record
Even though I stole cookies
From the cookie jar
Grandma has no clue
And I think I might just have to pursue
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ReplyDelete"I stole a pack of tic-tacs when I was six."
ReplyDeleteI'm at the store, waiting
Tip tap tip tap
I hear the cashier, typing
Click clack click clack
I see the candy, wanting
Tic tac Tic tac
I think I want a tic tac
No one's around, looking
Tip tap tip tap
I reach over, snatching
Click clack click clack
I hardly move, shaking
Tic tac tic tac
And now I have a tic tac
I get back home, knowing
Tip tap tip tap
I'm really scared, quaking
Click clack click clack
I hide away, munching
Tic tac tic tac
I've eaten all the tic tacs
I was only six, growing
Tip tap tip tap
I am so guilty, feeling
Click clack click clack
Though I got what I wanted, dreaming
Tic tac tic tac
But yes I stole a tic tac
The Millionare
ReplyDeleteI love my Grandmother
she’s a millionaire
All her money I will too someday will bear
We spend it day after day
In every store and every which way
Her wealth is not all that I love
My grandmother is a beauty and her personality fits like a glove
So for her wealth I do not care
because I know her love I will always share
I will always love my grandmother the millionare
I Am Not A True Coloradan
ReplyDeleteBy: Alexandra Larsen
Whenever I hear the words
Breckenridge or Keystone
I nod along, but this is absurd
hopefully with this secret i’m not alone.
I’ve never been skiing!
After twelve years here
I am not normal Colorado being
and no you didn’t mishear.
The ice and skis just aren’t me
just aren’t my thing
its not like i’m a strange absentee
Id rather be in a boxing ring!
Yet it keeps me downtrodden
I hear the same saying
“You aren’t a true Coloradan”
yet its going to take more swaying
So next time you say
“I’m shredding some gnar”
ill meet you halfway
and just say “au revoir”
I'm addicted to the internet
ReplyDeleteTwelve o'clock late at night
My eyes burn by the light
The screen jumps from page to page
I am memorized and in a cage
You tube videos dance in my eyes
I can't comprehend how that cat can cry
Gangnam style I've vied a million times
His music has incredible chimes
Harlem Shake, you know what I mean
That dance drags me away from the latrine
Shakira's hips don't lie
They shake so swiftly that I become tongue tied
I'll marry the internet no matter how strange
No matter how queer i'll never change
I've abandoned my sis so I can frolic
I'm just as addicted as an alcoholic
When my dad turns it off, I holler in rage
No dinner is as important as this youtube page
I'd take a bullet for the internet its true
even over going to the zoo.
The Me You Don't See
ReplyDeleteMonday to Friday, five days a week,
This person you see here, it is the real me.
But on weekends away from my friends and the whole social scene,
You might not even recognize the quiet figure in the corner as remotely being me.
The stillness of my room makes me feel at peace even more than in the company of friends;
Who knows me better than myself?
Through the quiet I can think clearly,
What is important to me, who do I truly care about?
Sunday heaves a sigh as the sun sets over the cold silhouettes of the mountains.
My rest has ended.
Monday has come to draw me out of my shell once again.
Refreshing like jumping into a cold pool on a hot day,
To see my friends again, and share the laughter and lightheartedness.
Secretly looking forward for the weekend,
To breathe in, and breathe out and start all over again.
Superpower
ReplyDeleteInspired by: "I once kissed someone upside down and I felt like Spider-Man and it was spectacular." - anonymous
I am no super hero,
Just me,
I had her,
On top of the world,
I am no super hero,
Just me,
I had her,
Just a moment,
I am no super hero,
Just me,
I had her,
No mask or secret identity,
I am no super hero,
Just me,
I had her,
Blood rushed to my head,
I am no super hero,
Just me,
I had her,
Our lips met,
I am no super hero,
Just me,
I had her,
And I was Spiderman
Inspired by, "I had an imaginary friend named Prince Eric that I was in love with and planned on getting married to."
ReplyDeleteTrue love isn’t just for fairytales
Not anymore
It exists outside of the pages
It exists in my imagination.
Infatuation, obsession
Call it what you wish
I call it love
Thank you, Prince.
Someday
amidst wedding bells and flowers
my future will become
our future.
I had an imaginary friend named Prince Eric
And it’s because of him
I know what love is.
Thank you, Prince.
Years of practice, playing, training
ReplyDeletePreparation
Days of waiting, hoping, wondering
Anticipation
Boys are stronger, faster, better
Competition
Every hit, every pass, every throw
Precision
Hawk eyes watching, waiting, looking
Evaluation
Thoughts of challenge, determination, anger
Emotion
Every move counts, matters, determines
Realization
Coaches deciding, analyzing, choosing
Decision
The final results, positions, revelation
Initiation
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ReplyDeleteThe day seemed normal, nothing special about it
ReplyDeleteUntil he said to me, “Let’s go”, with a spit
Everything changed for me that day,
my feelings of normal would never again stay
I was bagged with a red bag,
tagged with a red tag.
I was placed in a red car,
and taken to a red bar.
My captor wore a red hat,
and on a red chair was where he sat.
He told me to drink the red drink,
and pretty soon red was all I could think.
Later he ordered me to dye myself red,
or pretty soon I would be dead.
And that is why I have always said,
“I absolutely hate the color red!”.
When I was young
ReplyDeleteI was in love
I’d always have fun
I was free as a dove
I was in love with the boy
With the fire red hair
When he looked at me
My heart went aflare
These looks he would give
Would make my heart do a flip
Send my heart on a voyage
In a beautiful ship
And oh how I’d dream
Dream of him and me
Dream of together
How happy we’d be
But those days had to go
As my age slipped away
And I no longer love him
Like back in the day
"I play rated-M games."
ReplyDeleteI see the enemy
Rushing through the forest
I hear shouts ring out
In the distant horizon
I feel the rush of adrenaline
Coursing through my veins
There’s no time to lose
I’ve only got one shot
A shot, a bang
My quest comes to an end
Defeat cannot bring me down
I’m on top of the world
As I sit here
Playing video games
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ReplyDelete"I hate eggs"
ReplyDeleteEggs
Some people eat them for breakfast
Some people eat them for dinner
No thanks, I’ll pass
They make me a sinner
The texture is weird
The shell is gross
When eggs break, I cheer
I might go lactose
They make me puke
Every single time
They deserve a nuke
At least once in their lifetime
Who cares about eggs
They’re so dull
At least they don’t have legs,
Or a disgusting old skull!
Eggs
"I was Liesl in my 5th grade talent show"
ReplyDeleteWhen I was ten
I was 16 going on 17
Do-re-mi-ing in my light pink dress
Drenched from the stormy weather outside
Timid and shy and scared am I
Not on stage, though
No, not I
Praying that he would kiss me
Oh and he finally did
Screaming from excitement
Running back inside
Caught off guard by Miss Maria
When the dogs bite and the bee stings
These are certainly not a few of my favorite things
“Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container.”
ReplyDeleteI cannot stand to use a glass
A cup, no, that will never pass
I could never use a chalice
For I have too much malice
Teacups are abhorrent
And Styrofoam is too absorbent
I only know goblets to fill with fire
Drinking from that would cause too much ire
I do not want to have to chug
So say goodbye to that mug
Why would I want to use a stein?
I am not that much of a swine
A bowl or pot?
I think not
I see this as a no-brainer
I shall drink my milk straight from the container
"Anxiety"
ReplyDeleteAnxiety that I own
This mystery, to others, remains unknown
Will I forever be in pain?
Till this awful beast is slain?
Secretly, I suffer alone
I don’t want to be afraid
Will someone not come to my aide?
I want to stop living with this stress
I will learn to clean this mess
Perhaps my problem will finally fade
Soon I know I will escape
My mouth won’t be shut by tape
My life will be rearranged
I know I will forever change
My life, it will reshape
People will see me for who I am
I will not be seen as a sham
I see myself without self-doubt
I will, someday, come out
People will love me, not condemn
Demons
ReplyDeleteEveryone has something inside, that demon you don't want anybody to see
Some people have a fear, others it's something they don't want to be
Some people have a desire, others a passion that burns like a flame
People's demons, they can be weak or impossible to tame
For a few, their secret devil is a history, maybe a family story that puts them into a trance
Mine, its actually quite simple : I hate wearing pants
ReplyDeleteMy secret world,
Is where I come alive,
Where I choose to thrive.
Imagination
Meets reality,
And they combine,
To form this magical dream of mine.
Doctor Who's companion,
Forever I will be,
The life of a Whovian is for me.
He never stays at home for more than a month
ReplyDeleteHe never brings back souvenirs
From China to India to France to Italy
Sometimes I wonder when he’ll be here
To play baseball with me
Or to go to fast food restaurants
So we can stuff our faces with greasy burgers
He tries to be around
But he is always called away
Always for meetings with clients
Or for big deals with powerful companies
He even missed my birthday once
I know he tries to make it up to me
He buys expensive items
And tries to make conversation over the phone
When all I really want
Is for my dad to just be home.
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ReplyDelete“When I was little, I never crawled. I always scooched.”
ReplyDeleteI move around the room playfully
Gazing up at the entirety of the world
My world
People standing
People talking
People watching
Waiting for the moment
My moment
My first crawl
People walking
People visiting
People staring
I move into position
Silence overwhelms the room
Breaking concentration, I drop to my butt
People sigh
People fuss
People whimper
I continue to gawk and ponder the question
Who wants to crawl
When you can scooch?
“I like to dip my bagels in yogurt.”
ReplyDeleteAll day I thirst for something.
Something that will calm my hunger.
I am in need of food.
I can’t wait to arrive home,
And eat what I have been waiting for.
I have been waiting for bagels and yogurt.
The only things that can eradicate the hunger from my stomach.
I have been eating them both since I can remember.
The only thing I can consume with an empty conscience.
Dipping bagels in yogurt brings me joy,
Joy that I can give throughout the day.
I love dipping my bagels in yogurt,
It is the only thing that saves me from starvation.
The Scapedog
ReplyDeleteA bump with my hip
Was all it took
But was a word to leave my lip
Never, I just took a look
At the damage. It was bad
A furry ball lay next to me
And he was going to be the culprit to tell about to my lad
Very mad he
Saw the TV laying crushed
He yelled at the dog
But I kept myself hushed
And it will be kept that way so call me the secret hog.
“I wear my contacts inside out”
ReplyDeleteAt Last I Can See
It rests on my bathroom sink
Hollow and half moon shaped
Containing my prescription
So my senses can be enhanced
My innocent eyes
Eyes that have seen no darkness
But feel so much pain
The ocean blue color begins to fade
I was told, long ago
For the rounded side to caress my eye
And yet, long ago, I was told
To be all alone
The crescent moon is turned inside out
As I stab it in my eye
The pain once again stabs through my heart
That the world will never see my hidden cry
The lense which holds my vision
Faces toward the world
While the coat of protection
Grasps onto my eye
My eye burns a fiery heat
My veins turn a bright red
My eyes explode with water
But I’ve learned to like it instead
My eyesight has never been correct
Neither have I
The world has never been correct
To never stand by
The lense faces the world
So the world is able to see their reflection
From my eyes
And finding its ‘perfection’
At last I can see
What I was meant to ignore
And hopefully
The world can see me
Why would you want to be normal
ReplyDeletewhen you can when you can wear a purple tuxedo?
Although it may seem a bit formal,
There’s no point in not standing out.
On days when I only walk backwards,
I oft discover a new point of view
Though no one else understands why,
I do the odd things that I do
You may consider me unconventional,
Crazy, or perhaps even whimsical.
I’m okay with any of them,
Just so long as I’m not thought of as typical.
My Hair
ReplyDeleteMy hair is tangled
It has been mangled
It stretches my hair
Just to the point I can’t bare
I have multiple ponytails
My strips of scalp are so pail
All my hair is in twists
And tight knots my hair does consist
My hair in perfect rows,
Maybe I will grow it into an afro
I had these when I was six
Oh how I did pick up all the chicks
I think they looked like a gem
But everyone told me to cut them
I regret my decision
My hair lays below me in my vision
Anyone who didn’t think my hair was sick is niave
It only matters what I believe
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ReplyDeleteI don’t belong
ReplyDeletehere in this place where the lakes
are exotic like me
They don’t belong
brought to a land dominated by mountains
no shore, no sea
I am exotic
I belong
in a place where seagulls soar
over open land
I belong
on a beach by the ocean
pretty and tanned
I want to be home
My home
is by the surf and sand
away from the Rockies
My home
is where there are sun kissed leaves
instead of pine trees
My home is New Jersey
Dad
ReplyDeleteEveryone has a hero
One person to lead the way
What happens when he becomes a zero?
Your life tends to go astray.
I always loved and adored my dad
He'd lift me up when I was sad
One day he came home very mad
And began to do something really bad.
Life is not what it appears to be
Relationships tend to be a lie
My father used to be really mean to me
Sometimes, he'd even make me cry.
The man I looked up to was to blame
Physically and mentally he'd cause me pain
Although he has now redeemed his name
I will never look at my father the same.
These experiences have shaped me who I am
I can only accept what's happened and be glad
There will always be barriers like that of a dam
But what I know for sure is that I still love my dad.
Sending looks of total despise
ReplyDeleteNo love sent or received
Pure hatred toward every person
No true friends
Only acquaintances
No one around me
Really knows the real me
No ability to express my true emotions
I hate everyone
I, David, seldom get serious
ReplyDeleteit happens quite rarely
I consider it luxurious
Love is something that is pretty complicated
It can knot your heart and make you cry
in extreme cases it'll leave you constipated
Now I haven’t lived many years
But I suppose I’ll tell you a meaningful story
Maybe so meaningful, it might bring you to tears
Pretend for a while that there’s a girl,
pretend she’s all pretty, whatever you think
Yeah, yeah, I know, just give it a whirl
Say that this girl doesn't have a lot of self esteems
So she chooses to stay with what boy she gets
Without pursuing the one of her dreams
Now lets pretend this girl isn't too old
That age where she start to date and stuff
And, by her parents, doesn’t do what she's told
Okay, let's pretend she’s around that age
And her self esteem sort of limits her
To the point where it's almost a cage
I honestly don't know where I'm going with this
It's hard for me to get to the bottom of my heart
Sorry for writing a poem with rhyming so monotonous
I can't write poems with emotion, they would stink like a fart.
Sorry for such a dissapointing end,
I get paranoid of the emotion that can ensue
I hope whoever you are we are still friends
And that you don't think I am a piece of poo.
The hot sun beat down,
ReplyDeleteAs i stepped to the mound
I knew I put on this uniform for my town
The intensity rose
As did the noise from the crowd
My eyes narrowed to small, dark rows
I choked, I faltered
But not like LeBron and the Mavs
I literally choked
The seed pierced my soft throat
As I gasped and spluttered
The sunflower seed that was bestowed by my team
It betrayed me
behind the ranch coating,
Was a hurtful, angry seed
I have a confession though,
I liked the piercing of the ranch coating
And from that day on, I swallow sunflower seeds whole
I shall muzzle the puzzle of things I hate
ReplyDeleteOh wait, let me tell you or else I may faint
Family problems
Issues I care not to hear
And when I do, I cover my ear
Often the stories drag
I rather put my head in a bag
They make me want to scream
Far worse than cold cream
When the stories start, I begin to part
So if you feel the need to vent
Regarding family discontent
I am not the person to tell
So say farewell
My secret is mine
So divine
I prefer it not be not to be shared
It better not be declared
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ReplyDeleteThe sun shined so bright
ReplyDeleteThe water ride gave me a fright
The waves created a big whirl,
So i screamed like a little girl
I blamed it on my friend next to me
The people behind us did believe
That my friend was the one
Who screamed, just for fun
Please do not tell
Or I will wave farewell
At waterworld I did scream
My secret is not extreme
But you shall not repeat
Or to you, I shall not be sweet
ReplyDeletewalking round town in a shirt and sweats
for i will not expose my skin in public so
nobody knows that under my clothes
lies the work of an artist, done a long time ago
my skin tattooed from head to toe
i cannot bear the sight of it
i was younger then, with a big ego
i am older now and the paint on my body does not fit
i want it gone, gone away from me
not a drop shall be left on my skin
but that is not the way it will be
as tattoos are permanent once they go in
oh oh the decisions i make
their terrible no matter what you think
as they never allow myself a break
a new picture occurs the second i blink
i want it gone, gone away from me
not a drop shall be left on my skin
but that is not the way it will be
as tattoos are permanent once they go in
"I have a giant stuffed snoopy in my room"
ReplyDeleteI'll never forget you snoopy,
You're my best friend,
Even when the day was poopy,
I will love you til the end.
Your stitches carefully sown,
Seams in black and white glory,
Your stuffing never shown,
Cause that would be pretty gory.
I know a dirty secret,
ReplyDeletethis secret, mine to keep,
might cause the death of someone,
were I to let loose a peep.
This secret is disgusting,
horrid, frightful, absurd.
I dwell on my secret
till it dwells on me
This secret,
so momentous a thought,
is locked up
to never be wrought
The key
to my secret
has left me,
thrown away
But,
what if,
it were to be,
discovered?
If a garbage man,
while completing his task,
were to notice something,
a shiny trinket?
What if he were
to unlock my secret?
What would happen if someone were to know
that a musical I still adore
No one can know that
High School Musical,
close to my heart,
still appeals to me
"I worked as Santa's Elf with Larry the Llama"
ReplyDeleteEvery time it comes around,
This special time of year,
Larry the Llama and I travel to a special house,
To be filled with Laughter and Cheer.
We work all day,
With these special elves,
To fulfill children’s dreams,
When the big man arrives,
With his rosy cheeks,
Larry and I suddenly start to beam.
We help the elves fill his sleigh,
So when Christmas comes along,
All the children will be thankful,
That we work all year long.
This is a special secret,
One that I will have to keep,
Except for telling that special someone,
And they’ll not share a peep.
Ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes
ReplyDeleteBut on my head, not a single hair grows.
People often stopped and stared
At the toddler with not a single hair.
“Boy or girl,” they’d wonder and think
And fail to notice I was dressed in pink.
The waiting was long for mom and pop
For the first strand of the eventual mop.
Finally, at the age of two, I lost the Qtip look
And replaced it with the girly one like the me in the school yearbook.
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DeleteOn the brink of any emotion
ReplyDeleteHappiness, sadness, anger
I dance to forgive, to forget, to live
The music pounds through my chest
Releasing energy, stress, thoughts
I dance to move, to breathe, to express
My motions fluent
Sharp, smooth, different
I dance to relax, to feel, to have power
Dance is my escape.
It crunchy and savory flavor,
ReplyDeleteAnd an aroma to make me salivate.
To make me this snack is a very large favor,
The salty goodness of seaweed.
I always enclose inside a mouthful of rice,
Usually the leftovers that nobody eats,
Then into my mouth goes this treat so nice,
The salty goodness of seaweed.
20 slices of savory food,
All wrapped and placed into a big Costco box,
It always helps to better my mood,
The salty goodness of seaweed.