I am a feather.

I wonder how the world will end.
I dream of a deep raspy voice asking me if I'm ready.
I see the Twin Towers destroyed by terrorists.
I understand that there must be evil in order for good to exist.
I cry tears of joy when I think about how lucky I am.
I am a feather.

I worry that I'll faint during my presentation.
I smell the formaldehyde from the worm, frog, and rat I dissect.
I try to get better grades to compete with Quag.
I want to learn more about psychology.
I hope I learn to drive well.
I say hi to Colin finally!
I am a feather.

I feel so at peace when I'm in nature.
I pretend I'm a graceful princess.
I watch a bug following the movement of my finger.
I touch the wind grapsed in my hands.
I hear the trees applauding me.
I am a feather.

I am: 9th Grade

I am a feather.

I wonder how the world will end.
I dream of a deep raspy voice asking me if I'm ready.
I see the Twin Towers destroyed by terrorists.
I understand that there must be evil in order for good to exist.
I cry tears of joy when I think about how lucky I am.
I am a feather.

I worry that I'll faint during my presentation.
I smell the formaldehyde from the worm, frog, and rat I dissect.
I try to get better grades to compete with Quag.
I want to learn more about psychology.
I hope I learn to drive well.
I say hi to Colin finally!
I am a feather.

I feel so at peace when I'm in nature.
I pretend I'm a graceful princess.
I watch a bug following the movement of my finger.
I touch the wind grapsed in my hands.
I hear the trees applauding me.
I am a feather.

I am a flame.

I dream in Problem Solving class instead of solving problems.
I hope I'll pass Chemistry.
I understand proverbs better than the other kids.
I watch the first graders my Psychology class tutors.
I worry about what college I should go to.
I hear all my classmates doing drugs.
I am a flame.

I say I hate humans.
I cry when they make me angry.
I smell the cigarette smoke at Shawna's house.
I taste bitterness.
I want to be young again.
I try not to let people get me down.
I am a flame.

I touch my new Dell computer.
I pretend I'm from a violet planet.
I see the new website I made.
I feel flattered when Clef says nice things to me.
I wonder how Colin is doing.
I am a flame.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

I am a heart filled with acid rain.

I hear my professors lecturing on what I read the night before.
I try to be brave during oral presentations.
I see my classmates are all dolts.
I pretend I'm in Europe when the clock chimes at noon.
I touch Tree #102 as I wait to be picked up from school.
I smell bark dust everywhere in this new state.
I am a heart filled with acid rain.

I understand Darien loves Megumi.
I cry when he hurts my feelings.
I dream about him almost every night.
I hope he will love me again one day.
I wonder if I'll ever find my soul mate.
I am a heart filled with acid rain.

I feel guilty about little things I've said and done.
I say "Gii!"
I watch a lot of new anime from Netflix.
I taste less food so I will stop getting fatter.
I worry about my blood clot, wisdom teeth, and the hole in my eye.
I want the real world to stop hassling me.
I am a heart filled with acid rain.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

I am a witch.

I say "Daimon!" as I open my briefcase.
I dream about Professor Tomoe.
I pretend to be Sailor Chibi-Moon.
I feel hyper around my fellow Sailor Senshi.
I see my SMZ story unfold.
I am a witch.

I smell the food I brew in my Life Skills cauldron.
I hear the teachers conspiring.
I watch Madelena trying to cause more trouble.
I hope Colin doesn't forget me.
I taste duck and rabbit for the first time.
I want to hurry home so I can annoy people online.
I am a witch.

I click n' build my website.
I worry when Cyprian is angry with me.
I wonder if Christianity is really the best religion.
I cry when Dad makes me angry.
I understand that I'm luckier than most people.
I try not to be jealous of those who have more than me.
I am a witch.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

No more guilt
No more shame
No more doubt
No more blame

I love me
I don't love you
I make me smile
You make me blue

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

I Am a Volcano

Most of the time I
lie silent and dormant, but
when I blow . . . watch out!


Human Ages

Adults are boring
Teens and dolts are imbeciles
But children are fun!!

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

roles:
What kind of 21st century person doesn't have a cell phone?
What kind of abortion advocate loves babies?
What kind of Algebra ace can't add 19 and 12 without a calculator?
What kind of depressed person wears tie-dye and listens to oldies?
What kind of explorer likes routines?
What kind of good student is lazy?
What kind of heterosexual female finds females to be the most beautiful sex?
What kind of music lover doesn't want to buy CDs or go to concerts?
What kind of sane person talks to her multiple personalities?
What kind of sister likes the company of her brother?
What kind of slow driver walks fast?
What kind of taciturn makes a hobby out of annoying strangers online?
What kind of technology hater spends most of her time on the computer?

mythical:
What kind of devil is a law-abiding virgin?
What kind of elf is so tall?
What kind of God is full of spite?
What kind of princess is cheap and uncouth?
What kind of warrior is delicate, fragile, and weak?
What kind of wine goddess will never drink wine?
What kind of witch has no magical powers?

labels:
What kind of agnostic places such an importance on morals?
What kind of Asian doesn't have black hair or small eyes?
What kind of beauty is either ignored or insulted?
What kind of brat says a prayer of thanks everynight?
What kind of egotist is haunted by self-doubt?
What kind of feminist hates women?
What kind of hippy is pro-war?
What kind of loner is never bored?
What kind of misanthrope falls in love?
What kind of nerd hates school?
What kind of otaku isn't obsessed with Japan?
What kind of tomboy hates boys and sports?

ages:
What kind of child is wise, mature, and doesn't want to play with other children?
What kind of girl doesn't wear make-up or high heels?
What kind of teenager doesn't like cussing, speeding, sex, or drugs?
What kind of college student doesn't drink or go to parties?
What kind of adult doesn't want to drive, work, marry, or live on her own?
What kind of human is so anti-social?

Me, that's what kind.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

My brother says the silence is peaceful like sakura.
To him the cherry blossoms are just a nuisance,
Always blowing in his face.
He likes them silent and still.
The pink petals are like words echoing in my head,
As they drift through the air,
falling to a soft death.
I want more.

How did this love begin?
The tenth of May,
almost four rings ago,
I was found by two trees
Under the crescent moon.
One, the innocent sakura.
The other, an ugly one,
With twisted roots and no name.
Both one ring older than I,
And yet both so different.
The sakura was in love with me.
I met him the day after his birthday.
It was like we were meant to be.
But I was too busy,
Playing with a kitten,
And ignored the beautiful blossoms all around me.
The butterfly was nowhere in sight then.

In two rings time, the kitten had left me.
I had disposed of the ugly nameless tree.
It would have been just me and the sakura.
But the butterfly had returned.
She was only a mere silhouette,
A fickle, flitting thing
But she captured his heart.
He used to love only me.
Now he loves only her.
I fell in love with him
On the butterfly's birthday.
The first day of the seventh moon.
A tragedy so meant to be.
I, unlike them, had a destiny
To be alone for all eternity.
And yet how I longed to be with the tree forever.
Alas, we could never be together
As long as the butterfly stood between us.
His petals had all fallen by late February,
And he chose her over me.
My heart was left empty and forsaken,
Every torturous moonlit night reminding me of him.

Now Winter has come again.
The tree is slowly blossoming once more.
I lay submissively under his cold shade,
Waiting anxiously for more petals
To grace my ears and eyes.
But the ambitious wind has stopped blowing.
I'm just a temporary substitute
For the one he really wants
to sit beneath his branches.
How long will the season last?
How long before she returns?
Surely every last petal will fall,
And once again I will be without
my addiction, my obsession.
Never have I loved someone
So much as I love you.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

ideas:
CHANGE is for people who DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE.
ETHNIC PRIDE is for people who are RACIST.
HOT PLACES are for people who LIKE HOT WEATHER.
MARRIAGE is for people who need to spend money in order to make a COMMITMENT.
MEDICINE is for people who believe in PLACEBO.
NATIONAL TRADITIONS are for people who only want to celebrate on HOLIDAYS.
NATIONALISM is for people who are BIASED.
RELIGION is for people who can't face REALITY.

appearance:
ARITIFICIAL TANNING is for people who can't get a REAL TAN.
BREAST IMPLANTS are for people who want BIG UTTERS.
CONTACTS are for people who are afraid of being called NERD.
FAKE NAILS are for people who have UGLY NAILS.
HIGH HEELS are for people who are SHORT.
MAKE-UP is for people who want to hide their UGLY FACE.
PERFUME is for people who STINK.
PIERCINGS are for people who would shoot themselves for ATTENTION.
STYLE is for people who don't know what they really LIKE.
TATTOOS are for people who would cut themselves for a BIRTH MARK.

technology:
CELL PHONES are for people who can't WAIT.
CYBERING is for people who can't GET ANY in the REAL WORLD.
TECHNOLOGY is for people who can't SURVIVE.

tv:
3D ANIMATION is for people who don't appreciate GOOD ART.
GAMESHOWS are for people who are LOSERS.
TALKSHOWS are for people who enjoy watching the drama of IGNORANT PEOPLE LIKE THEMSELVES.
PORN is for people who are hungry for SEXISM.

music:
CONCERTS are for people who care about the SINGER more than the MUSIC.
CONTEMPORARY MUSIC is for people who have never heard GOOD MUSIC.
RAP is for people who can't SING.
REMAKES are for people who have no IMAGINATION.

social:
BOREDOM is for people who HAVE NO LIFE.
CLIQUES are for people who can't BE THEMSELVES.
COFFEE is for people who can't stay AWAKE or feel GROWN UP without a DRUG.
CUSS WORDS are for people who have no VOCABULARY.
DRUGS are for people who are UNHAPPY WITH THEIR LIFE.
FRIENDS are for people who can't make it ALONE.
INSULTS are for people who have run out of ways to ARGUE.
SEX is for people who don't know how to MAKE LOVE.
SPEEDING is for people who are SELFISH and INCONSIDERATE.
PARTIES are for people who have NOTHING ELSE BETTER TO DO.

CONFORMING is for people who CAN'T THINK FOR THEMSELVES.
HUMANS are HYPOCRITES.
I won't CONFORM.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

You know how Weird Al changes the lyrics of songs? Well I did the same thing:

I'm sitting in the classroom.
Got a paper due soon.
From one room to another, my binder and books in hand.
And ev'ry class is neatly planned for a student and 12 brains.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my IMs lie waiting
Silently for me.
Ev'ry day's an endless fest
Of lectures and tests.
And each person looks the same to me, the phonies and the druggies
And ev'ry stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my IMs lie waiting
Silently for me.

Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend.
Spinning the wheel of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my IMs lie waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

I write because I can't play.
I'm no longer a child.
I write because I can't speak.
I'm all alone.
I write because I can't cry.
I have no time for tears.
I write because I can't dream
I have no time for sleep.
I write because I can't sing.
I don't want them to hear me.
I write because I can't scream.
I don't want them to judge me.
I write because I can't kill.
Thank goodness I can write.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

Boys aren't allowed to cry
Boys aren't allowed to scream
They are only allowed to feel anger
They feel anger because they're not allowed to feel anything else.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

You say America is beautiful,
The country full of bums and slobs like any other.
You say nature is beautiful,
Yet you allow trees to be cut down to build your shack.
You say life is beautiful,
The harsh life you try to hide from yours kids.
You say child is beautiful,
The same child who spreads crime and ridicule.
You say woman is beautiful,
A human being you cheapen and degrade.
You say man is beautiful,
He who will stab you in the back if it would benefit him.
You say God is beautiful,
Yet you curse him everyday.
You say language is beautiful,
But you ruin it with swears and slangs
You say music is beautiful,
The sounds that echo anger and hate.
You say the world is beautiful,
This world with all your ugliness.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

You think you're all grown up.
Drinking your latte,
Getting drunk on drugs.
Having sex with a stranger.
Showing off your body,
With all its holes and graffiti.
Dangling your keys.
Going to work,
Speeding by with your music blaring.
Talking on your cell phone,
Saying a cuss word every few lines.
Funny how 16 is so similar to 26
Maybe you'll grow up in another decade
But I wouldn't count on it.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

"You're a good artist," I say to the girl I hate.
Because she is a good artist.
And why should my hatred for her
Blind my recognition of the truth?

"I think he's cute," I say about the boy I hate.
Because he is cute.
And why should my hatred for him
Blind my recognition of the truth?

So when you hear what I say
Believe what you hear
Because regardless of how I feel
I speak the truth.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

There was a goth
Her name was Jane
She wanted to die because of all the bane,
But wouldn't be caught dead with that name
She liked metal, emo, and rock
Never would she admit herself as goth
She was jealous of the cheerleaders and their cronies
She thought they were all phonies
Maybe she just hated them because they gave her no sympathy
She hated everything and wanted anarchy
She wanted to escape to Satan, her idol in Hell
She was an all-American rebel
She was anti-government and anti-school
For that reason, she thought she was cool
But young Jane was really quite plain
She hated anything happy
Bright colors, she said, were sappy
Everything she wore was black,
Even her socks
Yet she denied being goth.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

These are acrostic poems using my friends' names:

Caring
Oblivious
Literal
Loving
Easy going
Elusive
Naive

Stylish
Aproval-seeking
Buys a lot at the mall
Rich
Innocent
Nice
Artistic

Daring
Assertive
Never gives up
Agressive

Sullen
Hyper
A
Wacki
Negative
A

That last one is unfinished. Can anyone think of some adjectives starting in A?

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

Hmm, I wonder, do you remember me?
You must have worried that thought about me
The truth is I did, if only you knew
I was simply too shy to look at you
Twas fate meeting you because of my cat
The sad irony of it all was that
When you spoke to me with gathered courage
I avoided you, lacking your courage
But later when I had it, you did not

Where I was concerned, did you give up hope?
I didn't and sometimes I couldn't cope.
Each school day was like another storm
You were the rainbow that made each day warm
YOu, the object of my admiration
Throughout every day's boring duration
You made each and every day bearable
When you and your splendor were viewable
Disappointed when I didn't see you
Yet when I did, I pretended not to

For all that, I am so very sorry
The rare times when you did reach out ot me
I was cruel and rude and shunned you aside
You asked me questions, or at least you tried
In an attempt to not hurt you, I lied
You'll never know how much I was sorry
You'll never know how much I thought of you
Never know how very much i liked you
Thinking about the day you'd leave, I cried
You were the object of my daily spy
Please don't hate me for liking you that much
Ever sine I saw you, you were my crush
I wished that you and I would never part
We were too shy, so you must stay in heart.

I wonder if you felt the same as me
If you also had a secret crush on me
I f so, it is beyond being tragic
That would be very sad and ironic
We hardly knew one another, I know
At the same time I loved what I did know
Would I still feel the same if I knew more?
Or would my feelings for you have no cure?
Do you care about this poem from me?
I still wonder, do you remember me?
I'm the girl who took the kitty cats
As their owner, do you remember that?
I definitely can say that I do
Remember that I will always love you.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

Withered Flower

What's done is done
What's said is said
So don't have a heart attack
Just lie in bed


Wicked World

Soul and spirit
Heaven and earth
Bind us together
From death to birth

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

Help! Help!
A woman screams.
I do not hear her.
She struggles as her clothes are ripped off.
I do not see her.
I turn away and act as if
I didn't hear,
I didn't see.
I feel nervous and guilty,
But show no sign of it.
I'm just another woman,
What can I do?
If I tried to help,
He'd probably rape me too.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

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.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

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 independent 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

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

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.

Originally Posted by wing_goddess

Raised by ocelots
Traveling to the city
Humans are evil