POETRY
So I started taking this poetry class with Billy. Since soccer season began (we both play) we get to get out of Gym, but becauz my counsler is gay, I have to take a class in that period. Billy doesn't becauz he has a cooler counsler, Mr. Taylor. Billy was nice enough to join poetry with me even though he could easily just have a period to do whatever. I'm really happy with him. I'm not very good but it's a self grading class so as long as I try that's an A+ for me. Here's what I've been coming up with.
ME by Megan
You see me everywhere, in my underwear
You may wonder what I'm here to sell
But underneath my stare, I'm so naked there
There are secrets I'm dying to tell
I am up here alone, on my glamorous throne
Want to thank all you people down there
I was once an unknown, like you but I've grown
I have so much I'm hoping to share
I guess you think that it's hard for you
Walking 'round in your little shoes
You don't know how I've sacrificed
To live this life, to look so nice
It's Hard to be Me
Nobody knows what it's like to be
The envy of mediocrity
If you could see
All my depth and complexity
I'd think you'd agree
It's Hard to be Me, It's Hard to be Me
ME ME ME!!!!
Ha ha ha, I love the ending! Here's another one. . .
Day in and Day OUT by Megan (this one is a song so sing it with some edge)
So you can't handle what I have to throw at you
You bitch, you wine, but nothing's going thru
Sorry that it took me so long to turn it blue
Your black had consumed me day in and day out. . .
(CHORS)
DAY IN AND DAY OUT! That's what I'm talking about!
You kick, you kick, when you overhear me shout!
DAY IN AND DAY OUT! That's what I'm talking about!
You scream, you scream, 'cause I haven't had a doubt.
(No, I haven't had a doubt in my mind this whole time, in my mind this whole time, in my mind, in my mind.)
And now your black has faded to red
I guess it's me who has to tackle the dead
That walk the earth in search of my head
I'll throw your body in the pit as I plan my escape
(CHORS)
DAY IN AND DAY OUT! That's what I'm talking about!
You shit, you piss, excreting your self doubt!
DAY IN AND DAY OUT! That's what I'm talking about!
Fess up, fess up, and you'll see what I'm about.
DAY IN AND DAY OUT! That's what I'm screaming about!
Fucked up, fucked up, guess I'd taken the wrong route.
DAY IN AND OUT OUT! That's what I'm crying about!
You'll learn, you'll learn, why I'm screaming in self doubt!
(Yeah you'll see what I'm about, why I scream, why I shout. You 'll see what I'm about. Why I'm screaming in self doubt!)
I like this one because it contradicts itself just like I do and like everyone does. Writing should not be confident if the person isn't, you know? Anyway, thanks for reading my poems. Please coment!