Disheartened

Disheartened - January 27, 2013

Do you ever feel

Like you’re tapped in the open

Everywhere’s an option

But there’s nowhere to go

I feel like that

It sucks.

recording of poem

Drowning

Drowning – May 2, 2012

Staring, churning

Watching, whirling

Falling, moving

Sinking, knocking

Rushing, roaring

Pulling, crashing

Gasping, swallowing

Choking, panicking

Freezing, slowing

Relaxing, darkening

Stopping, sinking

Peaceful

Black.

On the Dale

On the Dale
April 17, 2012

There’s a barrenness, a loneliness
You’re left with the feeling of lacking something
And it is lacking it’s empty
All yellows and browns and blank
But in the barrenness is beauty
Unspoilt nature
It’s gorgeous, the emptiness
But you’re not quite sure why
As you look, and you breathe, and you stand in the wind
You feel a power flow through you
Quick, silent, and strong
As you look at the emptiness
Barren but not broken
You feel though you’re empty, though you’re weak, you can stand
Though it stands there so empty
It stays ever as strong
Heart fills with barren beauty
From the strength of the moor


(Written on my holiday in England)


(Audio Recording of poem)

Sense of Spring

Sense of Spring
March 12, 2012

There is no word for the sound that rain makes
It's the falling, the ripple, the formation of lakes
It can pitter or patter, and go splish and sposh
But for the sound that it makes, there's no word to describe

It's a feeling, a taste, it's a vision that falls
It's something inside you, a sound that just calls
Calls to stay in the dry, or come play in the rain
A game dodging raindrops, the cold down your face

It's the smell of wet earth, and the sound of the birds
It's the squelsh of damp mud, but for it there's no words
It's each drip off a leaf to the puddle below
It's the taste on your tongue, it's the sound of the rain

Seen in red rubber wellies, or long, dry rain coats
In the mist, on the wind, sending grime all afloat
It's the cleansing, renewing, the sense of the new
Beginning, new growing, and new things to do

There is no word for the sound that rain makes
Just the feeling, the knowing, the smell and the taste


I was going to write a poem a week, but I tried it and discovered it's not really something you can force, so when it comes, it'll come...

Week 1 - Listen to Learn

In 2012, I am going to try to write one poem every week. This is week 1.

Listen to Learn
January 7, 2012

Words that hurt
That cut, that strike
Words that warn
To stop a fight

Words of wisdom
Understanding and strength
Words of knowledge
From experience drank

Words that come
And risk the wrath
Words from love
To guide the path

Words that raise
A protest of pride
Words that cause
A humbled mind

Words that help
Relive the stress
Words that bring
The peace of rest

Go

The poem (or speech or whatever this is) that I wrote and recorded in the first ten minutes of December 2011.
Just kinda venting.

Go
There is a time in your life when you look and stare and you think
What am I doing with my life
And you wonder why am I here, what am I doing
How is this going to help me in the future
And you think and you think and you think
And you overthink
You exhaust yourself and you’re stressed until you can’t think anymore and then you think of that stress and the troubles and dilemmas that come with not thinking, not planning not knowing and you sit down and cry and say
WHY
Why don’t I know, why can’t I think
Why can’t I afford that or go there and what am I doing my life
Why aren’t I happy and peace or smiling
Why can’t I cry, why do I feel fat, and why am I sitting here depressed and just eating
Why don’t I go for a walk in the park or see friends or be with family
why don’t I live just a little bit more
Live my life out, fulfill it do something worth doing
Play an instrument, learn a language, make friends or try out
Join a club, have a hobby, take risks, try to bake
And you think that and wonder and stress as you lecture yourself on the things you could do or should do and are not
And you stress and you lecture and spend all your time on the stressing and lecturing and and when you are done
You’ve done nothing, no living no trying or failing
No winning or loosing no smiling or falling
You’re the same lost and stressed and still stressing and failing
Cause you never stepped out in any acting or doing
So next time you’re stressing throw caution to the wind and just GO

- Dec 01/11



Here's a vid of my reading it. *video link*

Photographs

Photographs (August 16, 2011)

You know how to act
How fake a smile in the eyes
You bare your teeth at the world
Thank of daisies and butterflies
The camera goes flash
The people turn away
Shining eyes fade to away
You can’t ever cry
It makes make up run
Give a sigh, bite your lip
Just makes it pinker anyway
Shake your head
Stand up straight
Smile again, shine your eyes
You can cry on the inside
And hurt all you want
But if you smile on the outside
That’s all that they want
Some will ask questions
But you lie, you’re okay
They know that you’re lying
But don’t know what to say
So you sigh
Fake a smile
Bare those teeth at the world
But the world doesn’t care
As long as your eyes smile too





Hi readers! Thanks to those of you who read my stuff, and those who comment, I always love hearing from you! I just wanted to tell you all that I have another blog I've recently started that I'm reviewing every book I read on. If you're interested in that feel free to check it out over here: Becky's Blogging Books. Thanks for reading!
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Conversation

Conversation (August 16, 2011)

Talkidy, talk
Yakidy, yak
Chatting is easy
It’s lighthearted
It’s funny
But stuff that’s inside
No that’s dirty
That’s yucky
Who wants to talk deep?
Talk of puppies and babies
Talk of rainbows and parties
Of laughing at stories
And make people happy
Don’t let loose your problems
Then people get burdened
When it’s your stuff to bear
Don’t talk about sad stuff
Those worries or problems
People don’t want to hear that
It makes stuff so awkward
So hide that away
Talk of happy and silly
Talk of sunshine and blue sky
It’s prettier anyway

Fire-Breathing Dragons

This is another one of five poems I've written in the last hour. I'm on fire! (Ouch, honestly no pun intended there...)


Fire-Breathing Dragons (August 17, 2011)

If you think of the future
You might fall down and die
It’s just too big
And too scary
When the present’s still here
Take one day at a time
Cause the future’s a monster
It’s a great fire-breathing dragon
Breathing hard down your neck
But when you come up to it closer
And really look in its eyes
You learn dragons can be nice
It’s a lovely surprise

Home

NOTE: This does not represent my home as in my house with my parents, it represents leaving the school that I attended for thirteen years of my life.

Home (August 16, 2011)

She set it up
She had routines
She cleaned, and polished
Set up and rearranged
She had a nice little life
Comfortable and happy
The house was organized
People admired it
They showed it to others
As an example to follow
They showed her off
As someone who’s done well
Then one day they gave her a paper
They congratulated her
And they kicked her out of the house.

I Know the Alphabet!

Sorry I haven't been very poetic recently. I've been busy? Okay fine I'm lazy and haven't got around to creative thinking... happy?

Anyway, I'm cleaning out my room (to be specific, my closet) and I just discovered a poem I wrote for a school project I THINK in grade 8 (2007ish) and I found it kinda funny so I'll share it with you. It's an "ABC Poem" which means the first letter of each new line has to follow the pattern of the alphabet. It seems that I rewrote Snow White and invented some new words...

ABC Story

A long time ago there was a beautiful Princess
But she had an evil stepmother
Consequently when the Princess' father died the evil stepmother took over
Desperate for the throne she planned to have the Princess killed
Expertly the prospective killer let the Princess free in the woods
Free, the Princess wandered until she found a small cottage
Gratefully she walked up and knocked
Harder she knocked but no one answered
Inquisitively, she walked in but no one was home
Just to make sure she walked around the house
Konfident that no one was there, she fell asleep
Later that day seven dwarves came home to their small house in the woods
Much disturbed at finding the door open, they walked in
Not seeing anyone they went upstairs
On four of the small beds lay the Princess
Presently she woke up and saw the seven dwarves
Quivering she stood up and the dwarves saw her beautiful dress and knew that she must be the Princess
Running over they said "Please stay with us oh, Princess!"
She said, "Oh alright", as she thought it would be fun to live with seven dwarves
Tidying up, she cleaned the house and made her new friends a meal
Understanding that her stepmother didn't like her, the Princess remained with the dwarves for a long time
Vengefully the evil Queen wanted still to kill the Princess
When the evil Queen went down a river her intent was to kill the Princess herself
X-caping her notice a waterfall appeared and over the top the evil Queen went
"Y?" She cried as she fell in her boat; her boat was crushed and she died, the Princess was free
Zen the Princess and the dwarves lived happily ever after.

Cheesy? I'll have you know I got 30/30...

Night Adventure

Procrastination...isn't it great? =D
I think this mouse picture is dreadfully cute...
Result = New Poem

Night Adventure - June 10, 2011

All huddled up in the root of a tree
So cozy and snug, she's as warm as can be

Plenty of food piled high in her nest
Taking a chance with some well deserved rest

The sun dips down lower to hide past the hills
The birds say goodnight with some sweet "Goodnight" trills

She wakes up and decides it's time for a snack
Then she feels eyes boring into her back

An owl swoops down, barely missing her tail
So sacred and surprised, she lets of a wail

Scamper and scamper through the trees in the dark
She stops suddenly when she hears a dog bark

Whoosh, comes the owl, hooting as he goes
Straight is the only safe place that she knows

Quick through a broken-up crack in the wall
The owl gives up, flies away with a call

Well you're safe little mouse, got away for today
Just always be careful outside when you play...

Insecurity

New Poem written at like midnight last night. that's that time i get my story/poem/etc ideas (between 12-3am cuz, you know, i'm cool like that...)

Insecurity - April 27, 2011

Too tall
Too short
Big nose
Small hands
Squished eyes
Stretched mouth
Big feet
Crooked teeth
Nose job
Tuck job
Too thin
Too fat
Not cool enough
Not popular enough
Not smart enough
Not pretty enough
Ugly
Why can't I look more like her?
Why don't I look the way I want to be?
Why is this the me I have to see?
You messed up God, look at me!
Why aren't I PERFECT?

But wait,

I was made lovingly
Perfectly, hand-crafted
Knit together in my mother's womb
Made to be me
I am how I was made to be
When I insult me, I insult Him
The maker, designer, the perfect creator
I was made in his image and
I Am Beautiful
I don't need to reach the world's standard
They aren't my judge, I shouldn't be theirs'
I was made to be above pretty
Above looks, coolness, and popularity
I was made to be friendly, honest, and kind
Made to be loyal, and a good listener
Maybe I wasn't made to be a model
Maybe I'm a teacher, a doctor, and friend, a mother
I don't have to look like the magazine girls
I was made for a reason
Each uniqueness is there for a purpose
I am made perfectly by His standards
And that's all that matters
I am the me I was made to be.

Spring Poetry!

I have 47 days of high school left. Ever. This is so weird...

Since I've been unpoetic all of March I must make up for it in April. Spring is mostly here for some of the time and I like it. (I got a little scared when yesterday's rain morphed into snow but it didn't last,thank goodness!)

Spring (written March 31, 2011)

The twentieth of March is not the first day of Spring
That is to say, not always the day on which it does begin
Spring cannot be assigned a day on which it must occur
It starts in parts, in parts it starts
The coming of the Spring

In dirty snow, the roadway's slush
Through frozen puddles of frozen mush
The dreary grime, so grey and bleak
Here starts a part, the parts do start
The coming of the Spring

The icicles drip and puddles melt
Grey clouds gather, drops are felt
Away the dirt, the soot, the grime
Here start more parts, the parts do start
The coming of the Spring

Through patchy snow peeks yellow grass
Overnight puddles freeze, smooth as glass
Sun reappears and shares her warmth
Here starts a part, the parts do start
The coming of the Spring

Snow's gone to stay and grass grown green
The streets are once more clear and clean
In flowerbeds the plants now bloom
Here are the parts, these parts there are
And now has come the Spring

Rose

Don't know what inspired this poem. Maybe the weird dream I had last night...

Rose (February 22, 2011)

Long, dark corridors
Silent, stifled night
Tall, arched ceilings
Dimmed chandelier light

Large oak doors,
Lining every wall
Not a single creak,
From a door in the hall

Dark, shadowed room,
Large beyond compare
Roof’s too high to see,
It must be somewhere in the air

Four-poster bed,
Only thing in the room
On tall carved posts,
Flower buds that never bloom

Tall, narrow windows,
Made to look out, not to open
Here stands Rose,
Always waiting, always hoping

One day soon the Prince will come
The rooms will brighten, here dawns the sun
No longer in her prison hide,
To Rose locked doors will be flung wide

Long, dark corridors,
Dark, shadowed room
Here stands Rose,
In the light of the moon

I'm Back!

Orange Juice, I'm back and I'm writing poetry.

Random poetry? Yes.
Fun poetry? Fun for me...
Good Poetry? Umm...how bout you decide!
Here's Poem #1


Shell Boat (written January 17, 2011)

I have a little boat
A little boat made out of shells
It does not float
My little boat
My little boat of shells

I got it as a gift
It was a present from a friend
From across the sea
She kindly brought me
My little boat of shells

It is a very small ship
With three flags and rope of red
I'll pretend one day
To sail away
In my little boat of shells