poems

[George]

Little puppy,
DON'T FOLLOW ME HOME!
I am sick and weak,
just like you.
But i can relate to you,
I usually can't with others.
You look at me with big eyes,
you look so cold in the snow,
i carefully bend down,
and i pick you up puppy,
BUT JUST FOR NOW...

-Foxie

[miss. s k i p]

Eyes like chocolate,
left in the sun,
melting my heart,
before I've begun.

Eyes like flame,
full of light,
ready for fun,
and ready for flight.

Eyes like blankets,
soft and warm,
prepared to comfort,
but ready to perform.

--skip

{kinda sucks...oh well.}

Eyes like

[George]

You left me in the streets,
to die, alone.
Cold, crying,
I fight for life.
Death is apon me,
my eyes close for the last time,
when a man picks me up.
He calls me his own,
I reach up,
as if to say thanks,
I never did get to thank him.
The cold was to much that night...
I float up, seeing him cry in pain,
It wasn't your fault...
I whisper to myself
I wish i could say thanks for saving me,
when no one else did.

-Foxie

[b√αиk]

both of yours are good!

[miss. s k i p]

Mockery

You are a
psuedo bohemian
mockery
of an iconoclastic
nonbeliever.

You want to
launch the
initiation
of an
alternative nation
where everything
is fueled by
the belief of the
luminosity
of humanity
itself.

We aren't
genius's,
we aren't
hippies,
hell!
we aren't even
artistic!

So don't call yourself
a flower child
don't call yourself
a virtuoso,
a prodigy,
a free spirit
& expect us to
fall in like
soldiers of war.

We will not succumb
to your counterfeit
lies & austere
doctrine and protocol
like feeble insects
of lesser rank
and if that
is what you believe
you are fallacious
in that statement.

We are concerned
of our welfare
and in a matter
such as this one
we can & will
psychologically
sabbatage
your clan.

With power
laid upon your hands
the world
as we know it
shall fail.

All will be annihilated
if sovereignty
is in your favor,
but by holy
luck and chance
that is not what the
old prophet tells.

He says,
that with
great logic and
sweet musings
we will
overthrow
the surrogate
society
that holds us
prisoners
and shall
call ourselves
"Non Conformists"
and we will
give the gentle,
yet untamed
and savage gift
of free will
to anyone
who will accept
our meager offering.

--skip

ooc: I just want to let everyone know that this poem is in character, not as myself speaking, and yes I did use the h word, but its in character. i hope that's allowed...cause thats the best word for this poem in that spot...eek sorry!
when you read it, imagine it sounding kind of fed up and slightly ticked off and angry. PS: hehe I dug deep into my vocabulary for this one...haha it took a while though.

[b√αиk]

WOW. THAT'S SO COOL! and different i think you need to start posting your poems to the world my friend.

[miss. s k i p]

Haha thanks Blank. OMG I was looking for that Equestrain Challenge game this morning cause' I just found the case for it but it didn't have the game in it and I got a desperate craving to play it when I saw the case. {I didn't find it...} But when I was searching I found a green notebook and opened it to a random page and found that poem I wrote right after reading Twilight! I reread it and omg it sucked. It was so funny though cause that the time I thought it had turned out really good...

Well at least it seems I've improved a bit. Writing them so much seems to help alot. XD

This poem is all about the little hilarious comments rob makes in the audio commentary of Twilight...

Silly Apotamkin

Silly Apotamkin,
always lost in vibrant lies,
you told me never
trust a man who plucks the hair
above his eyes!

But did I listen? No,
I just had to 'rock the boat'
And get helplessly
drawn in by your
gelled bouffant
and customized pea coat!

It's hard for me to kiss you,
even upon my bed,
for your rock hard hair
could knock me out,
if I don't get the right angle
on your very flat head!

--skip

hehe, short but sweet, didn't want to make it too long or else the funny-ness would drain, but I mean seriously ALL the things rob says in the commentary are hysterical, so I could go on and on...XD XD XD

[George]

Tiny prison girl,
look up to the stars,
everything will get better soon...
Angel in the clouds,
she will save you,
as she saved me.

It was cold the day i died,
as you can tell by me clothes,
thin and ragged, i died swiftly.
The Angel saved me,
gave me food and warmth,
then she left,
and i am wandering.

Careful little girl,
i will guide you to her,
don't trip on the STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN....
-Foxie

OCC: i got this idea from a plaque in my Grandpa's yard that he put there after my Grandma died....snif...

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[b√αиk]

haha Apotampkin is about rob!

we made a deal
safe with a seal
no longer am i strong
i can fight this demon
that is stored inside me
i'll break the deal,
and win this.
i can feel the power
it's a rain shower

he grins evily
that weird, ugly smirk
he thinks he knows everything
though i know he's bizarre
i trust the light and the goddess within
she'll kill the dark and help me win
an immortal danger
his black wings sky high
we thrust him away
with our Cheeroke cry
We are safe
We have won
But the danger has barley started

[b√αиk]

This is a poem about my sister whom I look up to. She has had an eating disorder since she was 13 and I recently learned about it 6 months ago. She has been trying to get rid of it and recently she went away for about 4 months to fix it. She's come back now and she has a schedule and everything but she still struggles. I think My sister is my hero and she has accomplished so much and I'm proud. So here's a poem about her struggle to reach the top. This poem is from her point of view seeing as I tried to be in her shoes and understand what it's like

{s t i l l * g o i n g }

I think I’m dreamin’
I might be leavin’
I can almost feel it
It’s reeling me in
One step forward
With two steps back
My assurance wavers
The pressure pushing me under
I must surface
With my chin up
Those who make me feel inferior
Will see me in first-class
Barriers blocking my path
But I’m not feeble
I will be sturdy
My reminder of why I’m trying
It may take awhile
With wobbles here and there
I’ll have injuries to wear as a crown
It’s a vigorous battle
And I might fail sometimes
I won’t be a disappointment
But I must face it head on
Propelling myself forward
Against the wind
Spreading my wings
Thinking about those who have faith in me
I will reach the crest
A delight in the panorama
Understanding that my destination is reached
Exit the ramp and continuing on
To the next flight
I might have made it
But theirs more goals
And it isn’t about the speed
Or how long
But about how I get there

~ bl a nk

[miss. s k i p]

ooh brava blank!!


-- You --
You're holding back
not showing
everything
you got,

Going around
acting like
somebody your
definitely not,

That's not
what we intended
surely not
like we had
thought,

We want
you for you
no, we haven't
forgot.
--skip

[b√αиk]

That sounds like a Paramore song....but i like it.

here comes the end
it's closing in
i'll have to say goodbye
please don't shed a tear
don't suffer
due to my cause
advance without me
but continue on
without me
i am starting over
something brand-new

~ blank

[miss. s k i p]

ooh blankeh I likeh.


I'm in love.

and I hate.

A stream of sweat
glistens on my face,
shimmers upon my arms,
dampens my chest.

It wells in the creases
of my old hands,
marking out clear,
salt-bedded rivers.

I push through the air,
thick and hot and heavy,
listening to the soles of my shoes
pounding softly on the grass.

{Not Done}

[b√αиk]

wish i had

In the days that come,
life grows still.
The surroundings a blur,
going by quicker.

My emotion bottled away,
letting it rot and decay.
Breath comes in rasps,
with sharp gentle taps.

Memory falls short,
Faint images of the past.
Don’t know how long it’ll last,
It could be a day or even a year.

Can’t foretell,
But I know I’m in a never-ending spell.
Apart, now, from my previous self,
All my years of living gone away like a cleared shelf.

I know it’s the end,
I can’t help but weep.
I should have known,
Life was more deep.

My past seems dreary,
I feel weary.
Wish I had spoken,
I love you more often

~ blankeh

[miss. s k i p]

Magical blankets
team spirit
go colons
eat your veggies
it helps
on tv
i watch
the ad
oh em gee
it's micheal phelps.

ehhh i am too tired to think straight. no good poems coming now. blehh