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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 The laughter had disappeared and been replaced by cold, hard arguments.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 |
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