poems

[miss. s k i p]

[when you read this read it like a song kind of that a little kid would sing, and put in tons of pauses. I put in some hyphens and odd spacing to try to help you read it better. It's difficult to read because I've got a tune in my head and yours wont sound the way I had in mind but here it is anyway. It's about a little boy setting off on a 'big journey.' Well it's big in his mind. See if you can imagine a little boy with a brain about to burst with imagination running around on an adventure in a spacesuit and water wings and stuff etc. Here you go. Enjoy. Hopefully. ^^]

Imagine That

I am headed on,
a stra-ange journey.

and
There are a few things,
I'm cer-tain I will need.

I put on my spacesuit,
my helmet,
grabbed my orange water wings.

I stuffed my backpack,
with my teddy bear,
a brown paper bag
with my snack,
and zipped it with great care.

I planted a big kiss
on my momma's cheek.

Invisible footprints
dotted the driveway.
As a marker
that I left today.

I went through deserts,
and ghost towns,
through a sky scraper city,
through a rainforest,
and a jungle,
I saw a big old lion kitty.

I battled twenty soldiers,
rescued seven slaves,
crawled through tunnels,
and saw the everglades.

I survived a tornado,
and a hurricane,
I was made a hero,
and made my claim to fame.

I had to end the adventure,
because the sun,
it was sinking low.

I know everyone is worried,
But it will be okay,
I'll just rest my head and go to sleep,
I can save the world the next day.

-skip

[b√αиk]

I love the start of your poem skip! Oh how I love poems!

[miss. s k i p]

In My Mind

My name
is written
across your lips.

You stare
at empty
nothingness.

You are a
dead girl walking
with protruding ribs.

Veins of black
line your
fingertips.

Your knuckles
burn white
in a tight fist.

Violet red slashes
criss-cross
your wrists.

In my mind
none of these
problems exist.

In my mind
you deserve
to be kissed.

--skip

[this is about a guy who is good looking but isn't a jerk about it but he see's this girl around who is silent and has all these problems {cuts herself, anorexic etc...} and isn't happy with herself about anything and nobody else pays attention to her in a romantic manner because she has issues but he see's that there is an actual person inside of this lifeless struggling body of a girl and he see's beauty in her despite her issues. I thought it was a cool idea, however you may not, but there you go anyway hope you like.]

[b√αиk]

<3333333333333333333333333

ZOMG I LOVE IT SKIP!!!! *bows to skip and kisses feet*

[miss. s k i p]

Haha thankiez very much Blankiez. -wipes feet with rag-

[George]

I gaze from above,
You back away slowly,
as if you know I am watching.

But what you don't know,
after you killed me,
you killed everyone who knew me,
but you felt no guilt.

A cold spot lights the air like fire,
it is time for me to step down,
I come from the faded bliss.

You see me,
at first,
you gaze in confusion,
it quickly turns to fear.

You flee with your life,
and I let you.

Sometimes revenge is the path not followed.

[miss. s k i p]

I'm in LOVE with the last line of that Edgeworth!

[rainbow-FiSHY]

Ohh~ same, same; I agree with Skip! It sounds very poetic xDDD

'Kay, lemme take a try:
(I'm ticked off at someone right now, so don't expect this one to be all sunshine)

Little Ember

A fire needs kindling;
A fire needs stone.
You're a hot glow,
But you're alone.
Just a little ember
Amidst twigs and rocks --
Too many rocks
And not enough fuel.
Be very careful, you
Little ember just might fail.

You may be intelligent,
But you're not smart.
I could tell this
right from the start.
That look of a poker
Is painted on your face;
Innocence wiped clean
without a trace.
You reck and you lie;
You swear and you fight --
For understanding -- pointless!
Do you know what is "friend"?

A fire needs kindling,
A fire needs stone.
Attitude can hurt and
Attitude can warm,
But yours is neither --
just a little ember,
so delicate
a birthday boy can blow you away.

{Em...Basically I was inspired by someone I know who's very much like this. She doesn't make anyone feel good or hurt; just annoyed. ("But yours is neither --") The tiniest act of kindness, such as talking to her amiably, can make her stick to you like hot-glue as much as the tiniest unkind thing, such as wanting to sit with someone else, can make her cry. ("so delicate a birthday boy can blow you away") I personally consider 'intelligent' and 'smart' different, intelligent being more of your potential and smart being more of how you are, so that may help you understand the part about that. Sometimes I pity her for the way she acts as if a friend is anyone who won't mind her sticking to them...Yeah.}