Why?
Why can’t i say
a single
phrase
without a
shout
or a
snap
in response
Why?
Why can i ask
a single
damn
question
without the
ridicule
And why
why is it coming
from you
the
single
person
who is
supposed
to care?
Life
is never
what
you think
it will be
With it’s
loves
and losses
it’s
wins
and it’s
never ending
h k
e a
a e
r r
t b
leaving you
with
a life
as choppy
as the
uneven
layers of your
hair
with a
shattered
heart
that never
mends
perfectly
but just
enough
to
shatter
and
split
again
in your
life
as choppy
as the
uneven
layers of your
heart
the reason sorties
hit me so hard
is because in a story
i can be
anything
i can do
anything
I can be
a wizard
a mermaid
a goblin
a dragon
I can
fly
as high as i
wish
I can
swim
as deep as i
please
I can
cast a spell
with the flick of a wrist
I can
boil a potion
quick and with ease
in a story
i can get lost
i can battle with
Eragon
upon my dragon
steed
I can break every rule with
Harry
and find myself
in a wardrobe
then
suddenly in a wood
in a story
i can
and
i will
nothing ever happens
i sit
i wait
i participate
but nothing ever happens
nothing ever happens
i check
and check
and check
but nothing ever happens
nothing ever happens
nothing great
nothing amazing
nothing out-of-this-world
nothing ever happens
nothing ever happens
nothing to talk about
nothing to cheer about
nothing to tell the world about
nothing ever happens
nothing ever happens
not to me anyways
i sit and wait
i check and watch
all their lives
with
events
while mine
just passes by
If you could have anything in the world, what would it be? Would you fly or would unicorns be real? Would you have all you could ever wish for, or would you leave your life just the way it is?
I would change everything. From where I live, to who I talk to. What my name is, who my parents are. Everything.
But what about you? What would you do?
If I could do anything? Anything at all? Well, I suppose I would change everything too. I would give up my fake friends, and I would rid myself of my useless parents and I would just be me. Me without people kissing my ass, me without worrying about what they think of me. And then, I’d leave. I&
It’s June 1776
or at least I think it is
I’m not supposed to know how to read
or write.
But I’m sure it’s June 1776.
Mr. Jefferson’s been talking
about some strange things
about
freedom,
hope,
and a nation.
It’s June 1776,
and Mr. Jefferson is
shut up in his office
writing
and writing
about those same ideas
about
freedom,
hope,
and a nation.
It’s July 1776
And Mr. Jefferson is reading his writing
and he’s saying this stuff
that all men are created equal
If that’s true
(Which it is)
Don’t I deserve
freedom,
hope,
and a nation to call home.
It’s July 1776
July 4th
Mr. Jefferso
Spring
It pushes up
through the cold
It forces itself
through the clouds
It warms up
the freezing rain
And melts
the fluffy
flaky
snow
Then we see it
with its green grass
and its clear blue skies
Then we hear it
with its chirping birds
and its laughing children
Then we smell it
with its sweet earth
and its warm rain
Then its here
Spring is here
Why?
Why can’t i say
a single
phrase
without a
shout
or a
snap
in response
Why?
Why can i ask
a single
damn
question
without the
ridicule
And why
why is it coming
from you
the
single
person
who is
supposed
to care?
the reason sorties
hit me so hard
is because in a story
i can be
anything
i can do
anything
I can be
a wizard
a mermaid
a goblin
a dragon
I can
fly
as high as i
wish
I can
swim
as deep as i
please
I can
cast a spell
with the flick of a wrist
I can
boil a potion
quick and with ease
in a story
i can get lost
i can battle with
Eragon
upon my dragon
steed
I can break every rule with
Harry
and find myself
in a wardrobe
then
suddenly in a wood
in a story
i can
and
i will
nothing ever happens
i sit
i wait
i participate
but nothing ever happens
nothing ever happens
i check
and check
and check
but nothing ever happens
nothing ever happens
nothing great
nothing amazing
nothing out-of-this-world
nothing ever happens
nothing ever happens
nothing to talk about
nothing to cheer about
nothing to tell the world about
nothing ever happens
nothing ever happens
not to me anyways
i sit and wait
i check and watch
all their lives
with
events
while mine
just passes by
If you could have anything in the world, what would it be? Would you fly or would unicorns be real? Would you have all you could ever wish for, or would you leave your life just the way it is?
I would change everything. From where I live, to who I talk to. What my name is, who my parents are. Everything.
But what about you? What would you do?
If I could do anything? Anything at all? Well, I suppose I would change everything too. I would give up my fake friends, and I would rid myself of my useless parents and I would just be me. Me without people kissing my ass, me without worrying about what they think of me. And then, I’d leave. I&
It's forced,
and made by man.
It's tall,
and new.
It's strong,
and real.
It's pure,
and old.
The city can be as beautiful as a tree,
But Nature always wins,
for it's the first,
the model,
the beauty.
Nature can be as sturdy as a building,
But the city always lasts,
for it is tough,
and strong.
The city is destructive,
with it's fumes,
and it's wreckage's.
Nature is invasive,
with it's roots,
and it's branches.
Sweet as candy though it may be,
nature is dangerous as can be.
Dark and dreary though it may seem,
the city is lively and home-y.
Which is really better, you may ask?
Nature with it's beauty and it's flow,
Or the city with it's h
It's April and it's supposed to snow tomorrow and that makes me angry. I want spring :(
Spring and Fall are my favorite seasons and I usually have to wait FOREVER for spring to roll around. One time we had a foot of snow, in May...it sucked. But i want spring very badly.
The End.............
..............................................or is it?
Yes it is. BYEEE
So I've decied to submit Unnamed for a contest but the poem has to be 20 lines, so i've had to edit out some things, which leads me to wonder if it's still good. Either way I hope it's good enough.
Soooo.......I don't know I guess im just wondering what someone would want to see from me....I guess I'll just keep up with the poetry. And maybe more of my photos? I dont know but anyway....Hi