(inspired by the deathless verse of Lord Byron, and the immortal prose of George W.Bush ( Read more... )

Lost love rolls like tears from my eyes
Into flies dancing like swan lake
Morning comes too soon
In a city of strangers
And I think to myself
That you can never truly know someone
In this city of masks.

Where is the night to shelter me?
Where is the moon to light my path?

(I wrote this my freshman year of high school)

Do you hate me because I am not frail?
Because I can stand up for myself and what I believe in? Because I'm not afraid to test my strenghs and speak out?

Do you hate me because I don't have an eating disorder?
That I fully enjoy my meals and don't find them staring back at me from my porcelian chalice ( Read more... )

(Too lazy to update my website - here's an older poem ( Read more... )

Well, as I have written in previous entries, I am doing some purging of possessions. I got through several boxes at my grandma's house yesterday, and found a lot of old poems that I had written in my poetry class at Skagit. . . they were just scribbles when Mrs. Lee was blathering about something else. . . I'm going to post some:

~~~~~~~~~~Ding... ( Read more... )

I wrote a poem today. . . I haven't written poems in a long while, but today I wrote four, one of which I feel needs some more work. . . I guess I am being creative. *shrugs* I'll post one for your disgust. It doesn't have a title, like most of my poems don't, but if I would give it one, I would call it Day Two.

I feel that I've failed ( Read more... )

This poem will eventually make it to my website. I am just not in the mood today to work on anything productive.The clouds you ride upon flake and rain vomit to my world ( Read more... )

I wanted to kill the sweetest person alive
Then I realized suicide was a crime.

I seriously think I should just summarize all my days in haiku. I'm just going to update everyone on what's been happening to me. First, I will tell you about yesterday ( Read more... )

Quand j'étais petit,
je n'ai jamais fait nommer un chaton Pique-nique de Minuit,
mais je pense que je voudrais un.

When I was little,
I never had a kitten named Midnight Picnic,
but I think I would have liked one.