poems

[miss. s k i p]

I feel silly-so I'm going to write a horrible-crazy, make-no-sense poem for ya'll!

I sat on my hairy cat,
because he got really fat.
Then I swatted at a tiny knat,
and smooshed it on the welcome mat.
Next I gave myself a pat,
Because I am positive that,
If I make a very fat cat,
or a tiny baby knat,
fall on the floor and go splat,
..............................
Then Im a bad person.



haha. I got nothing today.

[Moonzzz]

LOL that was actually fun to read!! lol lol lol

[miss. s k i p]

When it is nightime,
I don't reach for the blade.
I like who I am,
not the red cascade.

I can control myself,
Here in the dark,
put the knife on the shelf,
put my urges in park.

I get a happy thought,
like when you get kissed,
not pain and distraught,
not blood on your wrist.

-skip
Author Note: I do not cut self. I don't really like this poem either. Oh well.}

[Moonzzz]

GOODNESS GRACIOUS.

i hate caps lock!! lol

anyways wow that was good. creative and hitting a subject that is....very sad.

[miss. s k i p]

Yes. Very sad. Random poem. I ¢¾ writing poems!! It's so fun!

[Moonzzz]

ooc: oo i like it!

Smells of warm dinner lift from the stove
a bad day? no
a call for my family
they run in loudly
i smile
as the kids track mud on the tile
so easy here in 1932
When things werent so blue

I sit here in the boxcar
packed with strangers. my home so far
I have sat here
for what seems like a year
only to be
of days- 3.

They opened up the doors
we leve uncovering the floors
two children died
both around the age 5.
They pack us back in
after our drink feeling like sin

Today we arrived
1 more died

They made us strip down
then put on a raggedy gown
We were then forced out
oh how they would shout

i sit in this chair
as they shave all my hair
Others around me
they wonder how this could be

They tattoed our arms
though not so much harm
it was painful
i hear we should be careful
Jews are treated the worse
if we misbehave of course
When will this be over

two years, one month, 157 day
and i havent misbehaved
i have made it through this long
But my family and freinds have moved on
they threw them in the gas chamber
my face is becoming grayer

I work beside my four freinds
one is terribly hindered
One is sick
i hope she isnt picked
a man walks by
and says my
freinds names
all three of them
but then
i took her bandana
i said, "hannah"
"i will take your place"
"always remeber my face"

i walked with my freinds, smiling at her
this will make me stronger
they pushed us in
the stuffy bin
i die as i whisper
"god, make this better"

I am a proud jew
who never made it though
but had to pay the cost
of the holocaust

ooc: im christian not jew BTW. i watched the movie devils arithmatic after reading it in class. great book

[miss. s k i p]

Ooo! I like the last paragraph part. That was good.

[b√αиk]

Wow both of you are so good. I just like to sit here and read your poems even if some are funny and random *nudges skip*
GOOD JOB! =]

[miss. s k i p]

After the fight,
I sheath my claws.
Wounded cats in sight,
their bodies full of flaws.

I look over my pelt,
blood pours from my skin.
Starclan knows how I felt,
I can't move in the state I'm in.

I won't wake up tomorrow,
that I can swear.
I say this with sorrow,
I'm too far past repair.

-skip

[miss. s k i p]

Candy Coated Dreams
In my candy coated dreams,
I can jump on fluffy a cloud,
my joy reachs extremes,
I can shout out-loud.

My dreams are sugar covered,
but these dreams don't come only at night,
they can come in the day I've discovered,
when everything is bright.

My dreams are so fun,
I can dance around without a care,
my pillow is a cinnamon bun,
share candy with a bear.

I can fly around the sky,
swim like a mermaid in the sea,
I can eat cherry pie,
I can sing and feel so free.

I can color in 100 foot coloring books,
eat sugar from the jar,
I can have stunning good looks,
I can reach up and kiss a star.

Here in my candy coated dreams,
I can do anything I please,
My dimond ring, it gleams,
My hair ruffled by the breeze.

-skip

Haha!

[b√αиk]

_{AWESOME SKIP!!! LOVE EM' *huggles*}

[miss. s k i p]

Wow that last one is whacked up. I don't know what went through my head. XD

[b√αиk]

I know but I luff you whacked up random poems *snuggles*

[miss. s k i p]

I stare out the glass,
and watch the trees pass,
our bags in the back,
they took hours to pack,
now we're on our way,
soon we can play,
in the woods of the camp,
in natures light instead of lamp,
it will be so fun,
fooling around in the sun,
singing campfire songs,
not worrying about rights and wrongs,
happiness in my heart,
I just can't wait for the day to start.

-skip

[Moonzzz]

no i did not make this poem but i want to share it with you guys. got it several times in a e-mail:

Dance



This is a poem
written by a teenager with cancer.



She wants to see how many
people get her poem.



It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.























This
poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a
New York
Hospital .



It was sent
by

a medical doctor - Make sure to read what is in the closing statement
AFTER THE POEM.




SLOW DANCE



Have you ever
watched kids



On a merry-go-round?



Or listened to
the rain



Slapping o n the ground?



Ever followed a
butterfly's erratic flight?



Or gazed at the sun into the fading
night?



You better slow down.



Don't dance so
fast.



Time is short.



The music won't
last.



Do you run through each day



On the
fly?


When you ask How are you?



Do you hear the
reply?



When the day is done



Do you lie in your
bed



With the next hundred chores



Running through
your head?



You'd better slow down



Don't dance so
fast.



Time is short.



The music won't
last.



Ever told your child,



We'll do it
tomorrow?



And in your haste,



Not see
his

sorrow?



Ever lost touch,



Let a good
friendship die
< BR>

Cause you never had time



To call
and say,'Hi'



You'd better slow down.



Don't dance
so fast.



Time is short.



The music won't
last.



When you run so fast to get somewhere



You
miss half the fun of getting there.



When you worry and hurry
through your day,



It is like an unopened
gift....



Thrown away.



Life is not a
race.


Do take it slower



Hear the
music



Before the song is over.



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--------



FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL
COUNT.



Dear All: PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know -
even to those you don't know! It is the request of a special girl who will soon
leave this world due to cancer.



This young girl has 6 months left
to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to
live their life to the fullest, since she never will.



She'll
never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a
family of her own.