Our First Guest Author
A BIG SHOUT OUT to Tanner for sharing his poem about friendship. I think Tanner’s metaphor of a tree to represent friendship is an effective one. A tree takes years to grow and mature so do friendships that are often times forged through many years of trials and tribulations. If you get a chance give Tanner some props for his poem. Authors love feedback about their writing. Any other authors out there who would like to share???
I want to end this blog by once again apologizing to Tanner for not getting his poem in Under The Mask. If we have a second addition, I’ll make sure to include his poem.
March 9th, 2007 at 1:20 pm
I believe Tanner has some great poetry skills. His poem on his very close friend made me ALMOST cry. He is a true poet who shows his fealings and emotions through poetry. Besides, his poems can tell a story about soemthing that went wrong, but make it still funny at the same time. Oh by the way, good job Tanner!!!!!!
March 12th, 2007 at 8:18 am
Hey, I just wanted to share this poem:
A Garden of Eve
In my garden,
I have
essence of insanity
remember-me-nots
lion-dandies
and
a chocolate fountain
The Earth is made of Oreo
and the plant food
is soda
That is my garden.
Or not.
It’s the garden of
my mind.
March 13th, 2007 at 12:15 pm
This isn’t necessarily a poem, but the chorus of a song that I wrote.
How alone do I have to be
For someone to see
That a shoulder to cry on
is all that I need
But I’m
Pushed away
Escorted out
With no one to hold me close
Oh, can’t you see
I just want a friend
Oh, I just need
A friend
March 13th, 2007 at 12:18 pm
I truely LOVE Courtney’s poem! It’s a sweet slow poem that shows her uniqueness and creativity. I truely reccomend this poem to be either published in a series of poems or to be published into a book. All the poems people put on this wesite should be published!
March 13th, 2007 at 7:11 pm
Well this is a poem I wrote, considering something that just happened recently that keeps happening to me.
Well here it is:
Choose One
“Let go of him,”
Screams my head
“He’s worth nothing.”
“Don’t let go, hold on keep strong,”
Screams my heart
“He’ll come around.”
“Just go with what you want,”
Screams my conscious
“It’s your choice after all.”
“Just listen for another second,”
Screams the insanity in me
“Maybe it’ll come to you.”
“Do what you think will hurt you less,”
Whispers the soft voice inside me undecided and unknown
“It’ll be better than the one that hurts you the most.”
You tell me which one you think is right
“ALL OF THEM,”
Screams the voice of ME
“All of them.”
March 16th, 2007 at 8:22 am
Here’s another poem of mine:
A Walk in the Streets of the World
Each place I set my foot down,
Each place I hang up my hat.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring.
Whether it be fire breathing dragons
or chicken so spicy, you breathe fire.
I walk the streets of Asia,
Europe,
the Americas,
Africa,
or the snowy depths of Antarctica.
Will it be the defeaning silence
of the unending sea
or will it be the coldest , highest point
of the world?
While I walk the streeets of the world
my feet lead me my mind astray.
My heart sounds in
the echoes of my feet.
My feelings are gone, left in Peru
of Nigeria….
Where will my feet lead me next
along the streets of the world?
March 16th, 2007 at 8:24 am
This is a song that I wrote, and I thought that I’d share it, because I wanted to share something and I don’t write poetry. It’s just the first two verses and the last chorus, not the whole thing. It seems kind of incomplete without the rest, but oh well.
I Still Do - Rose Layton
I miss you,
Stayin’ up all night, talkin’ ’bout nothing
And I miss you
Not givin’ a care what anyone thought,
Struttin’ around like you own the world
But you own mine.
I love you
With your beautiful blue eyes, make me melt
And I love you
Tellin’ me exactly what I won’t say,
Breakin’ hearts everywhere you go
And you broke mine
You broke me, and you hated me
You erased my dreams and tore my world to pieces
And I lashed back, ripped and stabbed at you
But all I got was a fistful of regrets
So it’s over now…
Yeah I hate you, but I still love you
I promise, I still do.
March 21st, 2007 at 2:50 pm
OK here is a poem that I though of as I watched the band and orchestra performance on Tuesday.
Different Lives
I sat in the audience
The auditorium was cool and relaxing
As the applause for the performers ended, the large blue curtain closed.
It covered the entire stage except for a gap betweeen the bottom of the curtain and the floor
As I looked around my eyes fell upon the stage
I could see the feet of people scurrying around, doing their jobs
And as I though I realized every pair of feet had an owner
And every owner had a life
A life filled with trials and tribulations
But a life filled with joy and happiness
Each owner had memories that others didn’t have
But they managed to do alright in life
That is how a person learns their thinking
From memories, ideas, and thoughts
From how they are raised
But they manage to do alright in life
March 21st, 2007 at 10:02 pm
Here is a poem I wrote a few days ago
Weak Spots
They think you can’t see them
They think that it’s funny
They mean it to hurt
You try to ignore them
You try to avoid them
But they always find you
They sneer
They tease
They taunt
They laugh
You run
You hide
You cry
You sob
Until you think it’s over
And you come out, thinking it’s safe
but they’re there
To tear you down
To rip apart you pride
To shred it up and throw it to the side
They attach you, just to see you cry
And they succeeded
They are bullies, thoughts, rumors, gossip, words and enemies
But most of all
They are your weak spots
April 4th, 2007 at 10:17 pm
This is a poem about a guy that tore my heart in two.
THE ILLUSIONIST
Because of you
I cry at night
Because of you
I’ll never be whole again
Because of you
I’m afraid to love
Because of you
I can’t trust another man
Because of you
I can’t walk the hallways without feeling insecure
Because of you
I’ve gotten my heart crushed into a million tiny pieces
Because of you…
The illusionist
April 15th, 2007 at 7:21 pm
Here’s one for y’all.
Stuck
You sit and wait
Watching the clock tick
The seconds go by like days
It seems as if you’re stuck
Stuck in time
Stuck in boredom
Stuck with having to wait
Stuck with nothing to do
You can’t take it
You scream from boredom
You want to rip your hair out
But you know excitement is on the way
Soon you’ll be free
Soon you won’t be bored
Soon
You’ll have something to do
April 15th, 2007 at 7:24 pm
Here’s a weird one.
WEIRD
Orange cows
Flying monkeys
Purple Turtles
Yellow Pigs
Taking Mice
Hairy Fish
Bouncing Cats
Crying Owls
Puffy Leaves
Sticky Walks
Oozing Sidewalks
Leafy Men
Crazy Women
Fuzzy Lightbulbs
A Slimy Neck
WHAT THE HECK!