Randon shit!
alrhighty! so im really bored, so think ill just put some ramdon things in here. some poems that i rote, ramdon thoughts, sayings, ect....
Lalalalalala
The world is flat!
This morning is REALLY slow, like everything and everyone is just calm and qutie, i think that right now everware around the world you can here a pin drop. *silence*
it feels kinda nice. ushaly on morning like this i like to just sit and read all of my poems. but the one i expesaly like to read at times like these is "wilted rose". cuz it is my most favorite poem that i have ever written, hence the name of this JL and my aim screen name, ect. after i rote this pome i wanted everything to be "wiltedrose" i even when out a baught a hole bunch of roses for my room, im a little obsesed. i think the reason i like this poem so much is cuz when you read it, you can almost here like sounds and feelings in it, and it just is a really e-z poem to get i pitchure in your head with it. like when you read it, you can just imagein a "wiltedrose" and its sadness. and you can almost see tears in it.
but here, you can see for yourself. make sure to tell me what you think of it.
Wilted Rose
One wilted rose stands alone in a shadow.
The silent darkness whispers sorrow.
When it wilts there is stillness in the air and all is calm.
Weakened by pain it can no longer live.
Its thorns are no longer sharp like knives and its pedals are no longer red.
Now it is black and wilted,
The dim light is like an ocean that calls,
But no one calls back to it.
Its tears are cold like ice as it remembers a better day.
Wishing the past will come,
It waits,
Waits to live,
Waits to die,
Waits to become normal,
As the days grow longer,
Life grows shorter,
But it sits,
It watches live go by,
One wilted rose stands alone in a shadow.
-Rachel Burns
word. o.k. this next poem is not deep or anything at all. but i just think its kinda cool. and its a little short poem that i rote after seeing a Britney Spears music vedio.
Plastic
I’m getting sick and tired of all these models with plastic faces,
We children watching them all have fucking freckles and braces,
We are the ones that live in the real word,
We don’t have our a nails painted or our hair curled,
But they are the ones that will have to live with being phony and fake,
We are whom we were born as,
Instead of something you can make,
cool ha?
anyways. o.k so for this next one yall have to know that one of my deepest fears is "growing up too fast". it just scares the shit out of me. cuz i think to myself in bed at night,
"if i am 11 now, and i am have girl friends and boy friends and makeing-out with them now, what will i be doing when im 14?. it really scares me. so this is a little poem that i rote about my fear of growing up to fast. (i havent made a name for it yet)
I am so unbelievably scared of what will happened tomorrow,
The thought of what comes next in life causes me to brake down in sorrow,
Judging by my past and all the things I’ve done,
It just seems like all of my inner demons have already won,
But I still refuse to give-in,
I will not let the evil side win,
I must stop, look in the mirror and say,
“I will not allow my life to go that way”
I wont become the person that I despise,
With the drug filled veins and blood-shot eyes.
thanks for listening, stay tuned for more random thing for when i get bored again! love ya!
Lalalalalala
The world is flat!
This morning is REALLY slow, like everything and everyone is just calm and qutie, i think that right now everware around the world you can here a pin drop. *silence*
it feels kinda nice. ushaly on morning like this i like to just sit and read all of my poems. but the one i expesaly like to read at times like these is "wilted rose". cuz it is my most favorite poem that i have ever written, hence the name of this JL and my aim screen name, ect. after i rote this pome i wanted everything to be "wiltedrose" i even when out a baught a hole bunch of roses for my room, im a little obsesed. i think the reason i like this poem so much is cuz when you read it, you can almost here like sounds and feelings in it, and it just is a really e-z poem to get i pitchure in your head with it. like when you read it, you can just imagein a "wiltedrose" and its sadness. and you can almost see tears in it.
but here, you can see for yourself. make sure to tell me what you think of it.
Wilted Rose
One wilted rose stands alone in a shadow.
The silent darkness whispers sorrow.
When it wilts there is stillness in the air and all is calm.
Weakened by pain it can no longer live.
Its thorns are no longer sharp like knives and its pedals are no longer red.
Now it is black and wilted,
The dim light is like an ocean that calls,
But no one calls back to it.
Its tears are cold like ice as it remembers a better day.
Wishing the past will come,
It waits,
Waits to live,
Waits to die,
Waits to become normal,
As the days grow longer,
Life grows shorter,
But it sits,
It watches live go by,
One wilted rose stands alone in a shadow.
-Rachel Burns
word. o.k. this next poem is not deep or anything at all. but i just think its kinda cool. and its a little short poem that i rote after seeing a Britney Spears music vedio.
Plastic
I’m getting sick and tired of all these models with plastic faces,
We children watching them all have fucking freckles and braces,
We are the ones that live in the real word,
We don’t have our a nails painted or our hair curled,
But they are the ones that will have to live with being phony and fake,
We are whom we were born as,
Instead of something you can make,
cool ha?
anyways. o.k so for this next one yall have to know that one of my deepest fears is "growing up too fast". it just scares the shit out of me. cuz i think to myself in bed at night,
"if i am 11 now, and i am have girl friends and boy friends and makeing-out with them now, what will i be doing when im 14?. it really scares me. so this is a little poem that i rote about my fear of growing up to fast. (i havent made a name for it yet)
I am so unbelievably scared of what will happened tomorrow,
The thought of what comes next in life causes me to brake down in sorrow,
Judging by my past and all the things I’ve done,
It just seems like all of my inner demons have already won,
But I still refuse to give-in,
I will not let the evil side win,
I must stop, look in the mirror and say,
“I will not allow my life to go that way”
I wont become the person that I despise,
With the drug filled veins and blood-shot eyes.
thanks for listening, stay tuned for more random thing for when i get bored again! love ya!