OHMYGOD AMANDA!

[i feel like a loser i'm the only one who ever looks at this damn blog!]
OHMYGOD AMANDA I WROTE MY FIRST RHYMING POEM! i showed it to you today at the ii party!
i guess i'll post it. i'd rather not. i must go find it in my planner...
its like your poems, amanda. she dies in the end!
bleh we depressed people(: cept not really. haha otay here it is..../:

she walks alone along a shell-less beach
her thoughts are gone
she still can't speak
nothing happens
everything is still
there's not much time she has left to kill
she has ties in her hair
as it blows in the breeze
she has tears in her eyes that nobody sees
there's no one around
for her to cry to
there's no one on earth who knows wut is true
as she climbs up the height, it drives her insane
when she finally drops, she can let go of her pain.

while ms hobday was talking about a leader.

Save Me ->

waiting for it to be over.
anything, everything.
to step from the cold
that changes to overexherting warmth.
the uncertainty is weighting me down
like a thousand pounds
what to do, what to do,
in the time i have left to spend.
sit around, reflect a while?
until the time is over.
bordom will eventually penetrate the soul
-the soul i feel i do not posses anymore.
the ones i love will slip
through my longing fingertips.
my only knowlege being
i will never see anyone again.
it will consume everything,
down to my very soul.
for it already has.
but i will hold my ground,
why? a sane person may ask
reasons mean nothing. i know none.
it is all anticipation
for when the world weighs you down
its surprising to see what brings you back up.

Finding Whats Lost

ha i lost this poem cause i wrote it on the back of a school paper for yearbook. found it 

She's going through life

not making any sounds

thoughts racing 

her head pounds

several nights she waits

several nights she tries

to find her way out

of her web of lies

nobody came

nobody found 

the lost dying soul

alone on the ground

shes still waiting

waiting for you

will you go find her 

will you pull her through?

My Holocaust Poem

This is the poem that i read in class for the holocaust thing. It will win 2nd to last place, behind kyles  (JK JK) . She dies in the end, so its all good =D. Its called "Holocaust poem" <<>

They took us away

In the silence of night

The soldiers grabbed Momma

Papa started to fight

 

As the night turns to day

They put us on a train

My sister starts to cry

I hide all my pain

 

Momma and Papa are gone

My little sister too

Where they went

I wish I knew

 

They tell me to dig

Dig down all the way

Taking my last breath

I can only pray

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.