No title yet, maybe "Alone and Unwanted"

She is born in the night

all alone and unwanted

she breathes her first breathe

without anyone watching. 

She gets to be older 

She lives on the street

Thinking of the parents

She will never meet

Frail with age

She cries her last cry

Looking up to God

She only asks 'Why'. 

She gave us the key

Only asked us to be smart

We rejected it kindly,

The key to her heart. 

inspired by the ballad of lady louise (ha ha shopstie)

Ghost of the sea

The rocks drew in the last bit of breath,
Waves crashed with the force of a ton,
The storm drew closer,
But there she stood along the sea.

She was young and beautiful,
Yet she hid behind a mask of regret,
Tears streaked her delicate face,
But there she stood along the sea.

Sadness lurked behind those sorrow filled eyes,
Everyone had left her at her own demise,
Her family, friends, even her husband to be,
But there she stood along the sea.

She cried out in anguish,
But no one came back,
One step forward and she could be free,
But there she stood along the sea.

Her body shimmered with a blinding light,
She did not belong here at this height,
She smiled happily for the first time in years,
Her body dropped with all of her tears.

But, now she stands there every day,
Waiting for her family that will never stay,
She waits for her life to piece together,
But forever more, there she stands along the sea.


Yeah.... I got a little bit bored and I am not feeling well right now.. So I wrote this... I hope its good..

shopstie's a horrible writer and amanda is forcing her to post

helloooooo. i'm a horrriiblleee writer but amanda is forcing me to postt a poem here bc i wouldn't post any other writing....so here's the simile poem i wrote for mr. gilroy.... lmfao. i never named it its just about winter...


Snowfall, light as feathers,
Drifts to the ground,
Envelopes land and sea in a blanket of white.

Flowers await springtime air,
As if waiting for the right time,
For the sun to call to them.

Frigid air burns,
Stepping into the freezer
That is life.

Free, a child to play along the frozen streets.
So aware of all things around,
A wise old man to sit and recall.

Warm breath to kiss the frigid breeze in the dead cold night.

Fire burns and crackles, as love warms the world the same.

Reflection (Poem)

Ok, so i wrote this when i was in 5th? grade. It was the first poem i ever wrote (without being forced by a teacher) i think. The funny thing was, i thought it was amazing and i could like win a contest with it. HA HA i was young and happy back in the good old days. But now i look back at it and say... HA HA u suck! So without further due... 

Mirror Mirror on the Wall

What do you show? Nothing At all

do you show the real me?

its a real mystery. 

maybe you show the outside illusion of me.

do i even dare

to say that i dont care?

Mirror Mirror on the wall; what do you call?

Judgement, thats all. 

**snap, snap, snap**

Hello and Maybe Goodbye

Ok, so all of us people like to write

Poems

Stories

Short Stories

medium length stories

novels

"novellas"

you get the point. 

so if you want to publish any of your writings, just post it (or if you aren't a member put in as a comment). Don't worry about being suckish. I mean look at the blogs name for once. You aren't expected to write anything good, so if you do mildly good, u will look amazing at writing. See the philosophy behind this? I hope you do. Ok so post/comment away. May the suckest writer win!!! 

GOOO!