Circle: My Youth Symbols

Butterfly
Frog
Kitten
Crown
Rainbow
Daisy
Moon
Tear
Witch's Foot
Music Note
Feather
Gem
Flame
Rain
Heart

Haiku: Flower in the Flame

Predict the future
By stars and with tarot cards
like that one girl did

Ironic Flower Guy Clone (unfinished)

When I first layed eyes upon the guy who I thought would never come,
I welcomed him with a punning remark
he returned my humor mostly for the reason of irony
I introduced myself and explained how I found him
He didn't remember the place I spoke of, but didn't dwell on it.
I asked his name but he gave me many
It was ironic that he had so many;
he was one of the few people who had almost as many as me.
We argued in a jokingly manner, while learning of our many similarities.
We went on like that for hours, as if we had been long lost friends.

This guy was lal I could think about.
I waited for him all the next day, but he didn't show up until mid afternoon.
But like me he had several personalities.
When he finallky arrived, he wasn't the silly guy I remembered.
He was so much like me that I felt I could tell him anything.
He learned more about me than anyone else I knew, even my family.
Yet I never told him my name.

With each conversation, our talk grew more and more strained.
I would anticipate a fantastic chat with him
But my shyness prevented me from saying much.
The laughter had disappeared and been replaced by cold, hard arguments.
He did most of the yelling.
I would defend myself innocently.
Later I would beat myself up for letting myself be effected by someone so much.
I vowed to not let it happen again.

Days later I yelled at him without him knowing why.
Later I felt guilty about it and tried to appologize to him withotu saying sorry.
The nex ttime we spoke, he had forgotten all about everything;
He talked to me in that old familiar silliness.
I remembered every word
They would linger in my head for hours
I would savor the memory
And try to relive it

He was someone I felt I could trust
I asked many favors of him
Which he did when he wasn't busy
He didn't seem to mind
Yet I felt guilty everytime I asked

One day he told me a secret of his
That he calimed to have meant to tell me earlier
I pretended not be surprised
But the startling news had indeed startled me

From then on, my feelings towards him remaind the same
But they were milder

Rainbow

Shining sun, water wide
forcing others not to hide
Prosperous thou shall be
'til humans tamper with thee
Brilliant is thy power,
beautiful like a flower,
though sometimes the tranquil
clashes with the evil
But when the clouds part
with the morning lark
speculations are proved wrong;
the rainbow if forever long
And if you say their love will fade
it is only hidden for your own sake,
for when the time is right
to everyone they will spite
by showing them twasn't a sin
and announcing their love again.

Hey

How are you today?
It's all good, you say
But ya know, life's a game
No one wins but we all wanna keep playing
This world is opaque
It's all about taking
Everybody is everybody else's prey
Everyday some one is slayed
About the same rate another bastard is laid
'Cause after every birth, someone vacates
The whore insults ring true when you hear the neighs
Happiness is only achieved if it's high pay
All acts are intended for their own sake
Everyone's concern is either having or being a babe

Prejudice towards minorities and gays
So soon killed are the innocent blue jays
War is at bay
Paranoia even in your own lake
So many people don't rest in peace, yet here they lay
'Cause we all wanna die with a yay
Evil is being baked
Bombs are hidden in sweet cakes

Every fault on they
But we are the ones to blame
No one enjoys their curd and whey
The country no longer smells like hay
No appreciation to the sun rays
Pollution makes the sky gray
And it shall stay
For blood never washes away

To this, what is made?
From this nightmare when will we wake?
Hell can't be any worse than this so why pray?
Is the reason you don't notice because of fate?
But how do we know it all isn't fake?
OKAY?!

Haiku: Apprehension

If that's what it takes
I guess it is worth the wait
To get the right fate

I Am: Sixth Grade

I am a girl with a hero
I hope my peers forgot about my mistakes from my past
I say things only when others speak to me
I watch myself being a tall nerd wearing old clothes
I see my peers doing drugs to get high while I have a natural high
I hear cussing from my peers for the first time but I never stoop to their level

I am a girl with a hero
I try to be more detailed in my already advanced writing
I touch a diary for the first time since first grade
I feel ditzy like my role model
I understand when to be mature and when not to be
I worry about money and nutrition

I am a girl with a hero
I want a perfect boyfriend
I wonder about what to call my seven different personalities
I cry easily when I get sentimental
I pretend I'm the champion of love and jusice
I dream about being a Sailor Soldier from another planet
I am a girl with a hero.

Alliteration: "A" Plus

It's hard to make an A
Sound anything but abnormal
It's Arabic, it's accidental
It approaches like Aries
It accelerates, it aches, it abuses
It advises, it acts
It accepts, it agrees
It advances like an arachnid
It arouses, it agitates
It's armed, it's African
It's Angel Andromeda
It's amazing anime
With akuma in the abyss
It's Aragonsb, it's Aroyalone
It's Aristotle, it's Adolf Hitler
It's Armageddon in apocalyptic April
Alpha beta gamma!
In accordance with the prophesy
It's the Age of Aquarius!!

Welcome to Benicia

Dead town, no sound
Flat streets, houses elite
Rustling leaves, ocean breeze
Cooing doves, fake love
Nesting robins, babies sobbin’
Distant mountains, kids need countin’
Plush hills, no one kills
Pretty yards, parked cars
No snow, lots of grass to mow
Several sports; neighbors in shorts
Fast riders, ordinary spiders
Black ants, weekly dance
Stray cats, no rats
Good schools, weather’s cool
Mostly cold, drugs sold
Normal teens, blue jeans
No gangs, tons of slangs
City called Benicia, see ya.

~Colin (entire date unknown)

I wait for his eyes to reach mine gaze
Upon which I shall greet him
With winged words and a sunken heart
To win and lose or to await the loss...?

Diamonte: Sada

Stalker
Different, silly, ignorant
Harrassing, scaring, hacking, spamming, lying
Lamer, freak, insane, evil, wise, pessimistic
Rambling, joking singing, helping, match-making
Oblivious, ditzy, hyper
Clicker

Diamonte: Me IRL

Nerd
Flexible, mature
Scowling, writing, singing
Ivory nails and shining wavey brown hair
Crying, shivering, condescending
Colorful, natural
Friend

Gener-Elemente

Fire -- that which arouses you and keeps you alive
Wind -- that which carries the ever changing emotions of your heart
Water -- that which inspires you and then washes away all that you've learned
Earth -- that which you retreat to when all is lost

Scars

Alas, what is this new scar?
Echoing through my mind like a song without a ryme,
That which reminds me of the past
and binds me to my youth

Concrete: Froog/One of the Many Faces of Fate

decietful
vengeful
dangerous
cold

Acrostic: Aries

Agressive
Rough
Intelligent
Energetic
Strong

Oh Well! (date unknown)

A big bird told me Santa wasn't real
It doesn't take me long to get over how I feel.
I showed off and was forever scorned
Wisdom comes from being forlorn
My boyfriend dumped me
Oh gee.
My friends liked me better when I believed in fairies
I won't bother telling them 'cause I'm too wary.
Greed and haste . . .
Here come more mistakes.
Friends betray me
Never really friends I see.
People cuss and don't know why
But I know because I'm wise.
No one knows my true self
I don't need any help.
Teens obsess over sex
I whisper a hex.
My kitten got ran over
That brought me to my dream lover.
My two new kittens aren't on the surface
They served their purpose.
My brother gets the easy way out
The things I tell him took me years to learn about.
Kids do drugs even though they've been warned
I hope they get burned.
I envy those who have more than me
Maybe it's jealousy.
What good is it that you're reading this?
For you, life is bliss.
All my work has gone down the drain
What a shame.

My Feather

Here is my feather
in all his splendor.
Playing is my feather
with the ball of tether.
Schooling is my feather
getting into leather.
Falling is my feather
for a girl named Heather.
Raving is my feather
about how he met her.
So I reply to my feather
to go out and get her.
Chatting is my feather
about the weather
Laughing is my feather
as they have fun together
Something comes over my feather
as he begins to pet her.
I broke my feather
and can't put him back together.
However, he was still the best ever
because he wasn't any ordinary feather.
He was my feather
and that makes him better.

Cinquain: Second Grader

Fearlessly getting into trouble
Making new friends who introduce forbiden words
Curious and energetic
Animal Princess Witch

An Introduction: On the Outside (unfinished, date unknown)

It's Heaven to most people to get up at seven.
I get out of bed with a random song in my head.
It's a bother to wake up my brother and father.
I keep my pencils steady as I get them ready.
Picking out clothes is fun since I have tons.
I play a tape for the morning radio I hate.
I turn the volume down a couple notches while I put on one of my many watches.
I brush my hair without much care.
I sing as I put on my rings.
Downstairs I watch cartoons like Sailor Moon.
My dad asks how I am all the time and I say fine.
I put on a coat and shoes while Dad thinks about booz.
IN the car I stare into the sky as the hills pass by.
I don't eat much for breakfast and for lunch even less.
When I"m at school I'm surrounded by fools.
I hear people chatter about their stupid teenage matters.
I've learned the silent way and that's how I am most of the day.
To my pedant I'm one of their best students.
Tis true I'm sedulous but I'm also sluggish.
People think they know the facts when all I do is act.
Even my chums don't know every peice of datum.
Some boys liek the me they see.
Girls I despise more than guys.
I'm in my own world apart from those make-up wearing girls.
I spy on my crush and hope he'll notice.

Not sure if this is finished or not

And thus the world gave birth to a girl
A beautiful girl who carried rainbows wherever she went
No one understood this wonder of nature
So full of energy, she was
Free as wind and wild as fire
She respected all but those who didn't respect her
Many did not respect her for they found fault in her ways
She was far ahead the time in which she was placed
Her maturity and wisdom exceeded that of any of her kind
And yet no one gave a second thought to the girl
As she was growing through the years, she was either a stranger of an enemy
The friends she had often betrayed her
She was taken advantage of by all
Born to love, she learned very soon to hate
But her wisdom prevailed in the end.

Haiku: Japanese Internment

We're respected trees
But when our wood is needed
We're cut and taken

Metaphors

I am a rainbow
My personality varies (all the time)
But most people don't see all the colors
I blend them in with others

I am an ocelot
Graceful, proud, silent, independent
A rare sight to behold
A cat unlike the others
Not quite belonging
Too big to be domestic
Too small to be wild.

I am a diamond
Seen in different ways
Sometimes a square
Sometimes a jewel

I am an opal
Pure and yet tainted by evil
People see different sides of me
My colors flash in different lights
Soft, delicate, and full of innocent hope
Not popular like rubies and sapphires

I am no celebrity
Hardly known to anyone
Ignored by most
Seen as in the way
Talented, but not enough courage to speak
Too different to be famous.

Weaklings

Who are the children that are called weak?
Those meek, quiet ones
That have scars
Both on their body
On their mind
On their soul

Who are the children that are called tough?
Those mean, intimidating ones
That pick on other kids
Beat them up
Call them names
Play tricks on them

They say your courage shows when you play truth or dare
The tough do every dare
The weak refuse
But who is really more brave?
The child who blindly accepts every challenge?
Or the child who did what was right
Not caring what others thought?

So tis true the game proves courage
The truly brave hold on to their morals
And the tough are weak.

One Question

The question seems to be about where life began, where it all started, how the universe began, how stars were formed, how animals populated the earth, such a tiny insignificant planet, and then humans popped up and explored this question, but to no avail, for they grew too weary of thinking about one thing for so long, so then stopped and moved on to more exciting things like creating families and towns and governments, and as time went by, people got smarter, until it reached such an advanced point that they stopped thinking, using machines to think for them, yet never did the machine contemplate Life's Question, for the machine was not built for that purpose, and its creator had not intended for that to be its purpose, so everything went about its course until one day a person decided to tackle this question, and did so only by observation, which brought the human to the conclusion, but by that time, the human had learned the evils of life's progress, how each human generation increased its technology, yet not its maturity and wisdom, and the human thought that if they hadn't stopped thinking, it wouldn't have happened, but it did, and this indicated a sign, an omen, of the answer, but the answer to the question was to never stop questioning, and so it kept going in circles, and anyone the human tried to tell of this got confused and stopped thinking, which was exactly the human's point, but no one listened, and no one cared, as time does not listen or care, so the human got old and died, but died with satisfaction, for the human knew the answer no other human was able to think of, because they stopped thinking, and the human knew that with its death there would be no others who would ask the question, because that generation of thought and depth had died and gone, as the earth did as it exploded into nothingness, and the rest of the planets and stars and galaxies followed suit, because, after all, there is no point in continuing life that has no wonder about it, no questions, and so everything died, but the human knew it would all come back one day, for the answer was to chase the question, which creates a circle, which never ends, but now it will, because I'm tired of thinking.

Dirty Love Sonnet

They say love is necessary for life
But, what may I ask, exactly is love?
She wants to marry, but empty is the wife
Her song is mournful like that of the dove
One has beauty and talent, but hold it
Something very important is missing
Tis with love that one's truly fortunate
So why is this what the heart is craving?
Love's the best feeling in the universe
Yet very often it makes people hurt
So why then do women offer their purse?
It must be that love is like the dirt
Some pass it by without a second thought
Other people use it to grow a lot.

Connotation Countanance

Gullible
April Fools Day
Kids like to trick me
Others do it as well
People say I'm not too smart

Naive
I am new
I"m out of town
You ask for money
Sure, I'll give it to you

Trusting
I am young
They tell me things
I'm quick to believe
Why would I ever doubt?

Haiku: Nyssa

Raised by ocelots
Traveling to the city
Humans are evil

Entaingled By the Light

Blinded by the light
Wrapped up like a deuce, another runner in the night.
Repentent of the past mistakes
An accountant of nothing.
It's the white noise.
It's the Monday moonlit night.
Groveling serenities.
A home made brown bon-bon.
Run away.

Newspaper

Pot-smoking
tie-dyed
flower-waving
Buddhist
tree-huggers.

That's what they call us.
I have a mask of chocolate.
I live in the bushes.
I'm an artist.
All I want is to keep the world beautiful.
All I want is to take care of the animals.
I'm not stupid.
Don't treat me like I am.
After all, I did propose Measure G.

Me and My Contradictions (unfinished)

Physically, I . . .
Half princess [top] and half warrior [bottom]
White but tan
Asian but looking nothing like an Asian
Hating girly things yet wearing jewelry and nail polish
Upset but wearing happy, bright colors
Looks like a nerd but hates nerds
Wears tie-dye and listens to 60s music but is pro-war
Walks like a fast car and drives like a stroll
Goddess of wine but is anti-alcohol
Unhealthy despite steering clear of drugs
Hates girls and teenagers, yet is both
Dependent yet indpendent minded
Likes to explore yet hates change
Young but wise and mature
Thin but wears size 11 pants

Mentally, I . . .
Maudlin but sardonic
Grateful yet pessimistic
A taciturn who likes to meet new people
Funny but hates comedy
Goes online all the time but is anti-technology
Do what I want but follow the rules
Tomboy who hates sports