Random...
I layed down in my bed, the silky covers cooling my
bare skin, and even though my eyes were closed, I
was still aware of the flickering of the candle on my
nightstand. It had reminded me of one morning,
yesteryear, in which I was photographing the
sunflowers that grew tall and abundant around my
backyard fence. It was dawn, and the sun was barely
peaking between two large leaves my lens was
focused onto. Suddenly, a hummingbird began to
take interest in the bright bloom. The quick, almost
impossible fluttering of it's wings took out the sun
with every flap so dramatically, I couldn't bring
myself to snap a picture; with every flash of that hot,
glowing light, the rays would sting my tired eyes. I
remember that morning particularly well. I had been
too upset, too restless, to sleep one minute during
that whole night. Enstead, I drew pictures of
silhouetted figures flying kites and chasing balloons,
and when it got light enough, layed in the dewey
grass, kitten on my chest, breathing deep and
steady, admiring the smell of the pink morning. That
was the last day I had lived before everything would
change.
bare skin, and even though my eyes were closed, I
was still aware of the flickering of the candle on my
nightstand. It had reminded me of one morning,
yesteryear, in which I was photographing the
sunflowers that grew tall and abundant around my
backyard fence. It was dawn, and the sun was barely
peaking between two large leaves my lens was
focused onto. Suddenly, a hummingbird began to
take interest in the bright bloom. The quick, almost
impossible fluttering of it's wings took out the sun
with every flap so dramatically, I couldn't bring
myself to snap a picture; with every flash of that hot,
glowing light, the rays would sting my tired eyes. I
remember that morning particularly well. I had been
too upset, too restless, to sleep one minute during
that whole night. Enstead, I drew pictures of
silhouetted figures flying kites and chasing balloons,
and when it got light enough, layed in the dewey
grass, kitten on my chest, breathing deep and
steady, admiring the smell of the pink morning. That
was the last day I had lived before everything would
change.
Before I sleep,
I stop to think,
Of everyone...
Who's close to me.
But, before I do,
I wonder, who's thinking of me too,
I wonder if anybody dreams of me?
I wonder what, to the world I mean?
I wonder if I'm wondering...
About someone, who's wondering about me?
I wonder if I mean something...
To someone I don't know loves me?
I wonder if I wonder too often.
And stay awake too late.
I wonder if I'm too inquisitive and...
I wonder if what I'll do the next day.
The next time,
Before your sleep...
You should stop...
And think of me...
Because I, most likely,
Will be thinking,
the same thing.
I stop to think,
Of everyone...
Who's close to me.
But, before I do,
I wonder, who's thinking of me too,
I wonder if anybody dreams of me?
I wonder what, to the world I mean?
I wonder if I'm wondering...
About someone, who's wondering about me?
I wonder if I mean something...
To someone I don't know loves me?
I wonder if I wonder too often.
And stay awake too late.
I wonder if I'm too inquisitive and...
I wonder if what I'll do the next day.
The next time,
Before your sleep...
You should stop...
And think of me...
Because I, most likely,
Will be thinking,
the same thing.
A few random poems that just didn't really fit any
category... Enjoy, and don't forget to go back and
submit your own!
category... Enjoy, and don't forget to go back and
submit your own!
I look over at my cousin, strewn across my pink
bed, sleeping so soundly, innocently twitching. I
tilt my head in wonder-- Why would I do this to
him? Why was I previously so selfish as to quit
being who I am? I'm the luckiest girl in the world--
Anyone could see-- For my large amount of
friends, and people who love me. I glance at him
while I'm typing, and wonder what he dreams. I
wonder if the clicking keys affect the way he
sleeps. I watch his shoulder moving up as he
breathes, I watch him flicker his eyes, as he looks
into his dream. I somewhat envy my best friend, for
he's blissful and at peace. And then I remember,
and contentedly smile, that I'm as lucky as he.
bed, sleeping so soundly, innocently twitching. I
tilt my head in wonder-- Why would I do this to
him? Why was I previously so selfish as to quit
being who I am? I'm the luckiest girl in the world--
Anyone could see-- For my large amount of
friends, and people who love me. I glance at him
while I'm typing, and wonder what he dreams. I
wonder if the clicking keys affect the way he
sleeps. I watch his shoulder moving up as he
breathes, I watch him flicker his eyes, as he looks
into his dream. I somewhat envy my best friend, for
he's blissful and at peace. And then I remember,
and contentedly smile, that I'm as lucky as he.
I don't wanna grow up-- It don't look fun.
Adults find no amusement in running just to run.
I love my teddy bear,
And pig-tails in my hair.
I like the fact that make-up..
Isn't every day-- Just playing dress-up.
I like cold popsicles leaving trails of red on my hands,
And not worrying about anything 'cept playing with
my friends.
I like the peaceful, ignorant bliss...
Childhood has bestowed...
But, it saddens my childish heart... To know that I still grow.
I'm fifteen, and sad to say...
"Tag," is not my favorite game.
And, really, no one's to blame...
That boyfriends do not give me shame.
Each day I grow a little,
Each day, my heart's more brittle,
My yo-yo's been put way high up,
And stays there, just collecting dust...
As hard as I try,
I can't get away...
I know I'm growing up more, every day.
Adults find no amusement in running just to run.
I love my teddy bear,
And pig-tails in my hair.
I like the fact that make-up..
Isn't every day-- Just playing dress-up.
I like cold popsicles leaving trails of red on my hands,
And not worrying about anything 'cept playing with
my friends.
I like the peaceful, ignorant bliss...
Childhood has bestowed...
But, it saddens my childish heart... To know that I still grow.
I'm fifteen, and sad to say...
"Tag," is not my favorite game.
And, really, no one's to blame...
That boyfriends do not give me shame.
Each day I grow a little,
Each day, my heart's more brittle,
My yo-yo's been put way high up,
And stays there, just collecting dust...
As hard as I try,
I can't get away...
I know I'm growing up more, every day.
I can't sleep.
I just keep writing poetry.
My every line,
seems to rhyme,
it's sort of eating at me.
I tried to start this out...
As simply just writing...
But my words flowed,
And I didn't know...
It came out sort of pretty.
I guess I should be thankful...
That I can write poems so freely...
But, instead I'm annoyed...
That all I can write is poetry.
I just keep writing poetry.
My every line,
seems to rhyme,
it's sort of eating at me.
I tried to start this out...
As simply just writing...
But my words flowed,
And I didn't know...
It came out sort of pretty.
I guess I should be thankful...
That I can write poems so freely...
But, instead I'm annoyed...
That all I can write is poetry.
I post, and post, and post, and post...
I've seven poems, already!
I've got so much in my little head...
My fingers are all ready...
They're the one's committing the crime...
Of typing and typing...
Line after line.
Don't blame me for so many poems in a day...
My fingers are just typing...
Whatever I can't say.
I've seven poems, already!
I've got so much in my little head...
My fingers are all ready...
They're the one's committing the crime...
Of typing and typing...
Line after line.
Don't blame me for so many poems in a day...
My fingers are just typing...
Whatever I can't say.
Clear,
quickly moving,
Hitting the hard ground with such force, it splashes
itself back up, then does it over again.
Smelling good,
sounding relaxing.
There's nothing I like more.
Pelting my head,
wetting my face,
Letting my mind be at ease--
My body loose,
My soul happy.
Hitting my windows, and bestowing light blurs in
streaks
racing other drops,
down,
down,
down.
Waking me up, early by the sounds of it splashing,
splashing,
leaving behind forget-me-not puddles to enjoy
reflecting my happy face
glistening with the sun.
quickly moving,
Hitting the hard ground with such force, it splashes
itself back up, then does it over again.
Smelling good,
sounding relaxing.
There's nothing I like more.
Pelting my head,
wetting my face,
Letting my mind be at ease--
My body loose,
My soul happy.
Hitting my windows, and bestowing light blurs in
streaks
racing other drops,
down,
down,
down.
Waking me up, early by the sounds of it splashing,
splashing,
leaving behind forget-me-not puddles to enjoy
reflecting my happy face
glistening with the sun.
The sun is rising,
blue tint on my blinds
my body feels refreshed
though I'm suffering from lack of sleep.
I've been up writing all night,
car noises outside
early work shifts
or jobs far away
birds chirping
Everything's beautiful
...
I love this world.
blue tint on my blinds
my body feels refreshed
though I'm suffering from lack of sleep.
I've been up writing all night,
car noises outside
early work shifts
or jobs far away
birds chirping
Everything's beautiful
...
I love this world.
I'd like to take a walk--
Inhale the morning air.
But mummy says it isn't safe--
To walk alone out there.
Warm in my house,
my cozy pink chair.
But all I want...
Is to be out there.
Inhale the morning air.
But mummy says it isn't safe--
To walk alone out there.
Warm in my house,
my cozy pink chair.
But all I want...
Is to be out there.
If you were limited but a single word to describe
me...
What would it be?
Would you note the fact I'm sarcastic? Would you
say that I was calm? Or would you say the opposite,
that I'm not calm at all? Would you use it for the
way I look, the way I dye my hair? Or would you
make it something meaningful, and say something
that means you care? Would you put your geart,
your very soul into finding just the word? Or would
you blow it off, and label it "unimportant," like I
know most people would?
If you could describe me...
With one word...
Would you need a dictionary?
Would you say I was funny, or smart, or cool, or
would you state I'm just plain scary?
Would you want to make me feel good, or realize
who I am?
If there was just a words to choose...
What word would you use?
me...
What would it be?
Would you note the fact I'm sarcastic? Would you
say that I was calm? Or would you say the opposite,
that I'm not calm at all? Would you use it for the
way I look, the way I dye my hair? Or would you
make it something meaningful, and say something
that means you care? Would you put your geart,
your very soul into finding just the word? Or would
you blow it off, and label it "unimportant," like I
know most people would?
If you could describe me...
With one word...
Would you need a dictionary?
Would you say I was funny, or smart, or cool, or
would you state I'm just plain scary?
Would you want to make me feel good, or realize
who I am?
If there was just a words to choose...
What word would you use?
What has technology done to the world as we know
it?
Now we can grow our own luck!
Four leaf clovers in boxes.
Why, I remember back when...
We had to search, and search for those damn things.
I had to kneel down on my legs, and let the moist
grass dampen my cover-alls' knees as I searched for
hours to find a four-leafed-clover among it's happy
little array of slightly less lucky three-leafed friends. I
remember crawling around in the shady grass of my
best friend, Heidi's sideyard, looking, looking,
looking. We looked until our hands were white and
wrinkled and sore from the stress on them, and the
wet grass. I remember we used to ask each of our
parents if we could stay the night at one or the
others' house and we'd run into the side yard and
find as many as we could while our parents thought
about it! Youth. (: It was nice. I remember I was
always the youngest of my sisters, so I got so
discouraged when they found one, and I didn't--So I
ripped off one of my three-leafed-clover's leafs and
tore the other two in half, so it's look like it was
four-leafed.
They humored me.
I knew it.
I didn't care.
I mean, I'm not dumb, I know you've always been
able to grow four-leafed clovers, but they don't have
to announce it so openly!
--McFester,
------Always looking over that four-leafed clover.
it?
Now we can grow our own luck!
Four leaf clovers in boxes.
Why, I remember back when...
We had to search, and search for those damn things.
I had to kneel down on my legs, and let the moist
grass dampen my cover-alls' knees as I searched for
hours to find a four-leafed-clover among it's happy
little array of slightly less lucky three-leafed friends. I
remember crawling around in the shady grass of my
best friend, Heidi's sideyard, looking, looking,
looking. We looked until our hands were white and
wrinkled and sore from the stress on them, and the
wet grass. I remember we used to ask each of our
parents if we could stay the night at one or the
others' house and we'd run into the side yard and
find as many as we could while our parents thought
about it! Youth. (: It was nice. I remember I was
always the youngest of my sisters, so I got so
discouraged when they found one, and I didn't--So I
ripped off one of my three-leafed-clover's leafs and
tore the other two in half, so it's look like it was
four-leafed.
They humored me.
I knew it.
I didn't care.
I mean, I'm not dumb, I know you've always been
able to grow four-leafed clovers, but they don't have
to announce it so openly!
--McFester,
------Always looking over that four-leafed clover.
Random writing...
Uh."-- A random grunt humans use to promote the
idea of thought.
"Hey, McFester, uh, what's up?"
"Uh." Means I'm thinking. Means us humans are too
small-minded to keep silent our thoughtful
vocalizations.
And yet, I continue to say it as well as the others.
Uh.
Let's you know I'm still breathing.
---Uh, McFester
Friends are great and trustworthy, and they let you know they care
But there's one kind of friend who's best kind of friend, and that's a
teddybear.
They always smile, they always listen, and they never ever fight
They care for you, they're there for you, and make you feel all right
They don't move away, and stay with you for years and years
And they don't even mind when they're damp with your tears
They are exactly as you want them, and say the right thing
What happiness, what joy, what comfort they bring!
They're cuddley, cute, and give the best hugs
They're brave and they're smart, and they show lots of love
They're kind and they care,
They teach you to share,
They understand, and they don't get mad
They never die,
They let you cry,
And they make you feel anything but bad.
Teddy bears need us as much as we, them
And we mean the world to them, it's true
Though they can't talk,
they love us a lot,
so long as they know we do too.
If you don't have a teddy bear, get one soon
Maybe you should catch up, if you do.
Always remember
If you need someone to care,
Life's always better
when you have a teddy bear!
But there's one kind of friend who's best kind of friend, and that's a
teddybear.
They always smile, they always listen, and they never ever fight
They care for you, they're there for you, and make you feel all right
They don't move away, and stay with you for years and years
And they don't even mind when they're damp with your tears
They are exactly as you want them, and say the right thing
What happiness, what joy, what comfort they bring!
They're cuddley, cute, and give the best hugs
They're brave and they're smart, and they show lots of love
They're kind and they care,
They teach you to share,
They understand, and they don't get mad
They never die,
They let you cry,
And they make you feel anything but bad.
Teddy bears need us as much as we, them
And we mean the world to them, it's true
Though they can't talk,
they love us a lot,
so long as they know we do too.
If you don't have a teddy bear, get one soon
Maybe you should catch up, if you do.
Always remember
If you need someone to care,
Life's always better
when you have a teddy bear!
