5/23 at home

im late in this post cause my computer went haywire over the weekened sorry this is my 30th post here is an old poem

roses are red
violets are blue
you call that poetry
what are you going to do

5/22at home

hey all still sick no more hsa's yeah my aunt took the last of my m&ms!(crime) here is a poem without a title sugestions

Detention

more like

Demention

HSAs and
Detention
have a lot
in common
Both are
brain numbing
mindless
forced
silence
Both
completely
stupid
Both are
close
proximity
of people
without
a sound
Both are
killing me
Both are
dreaded
Both are
timed
And
Both
make you
need
chocolate
BADLY!

5/21

HSAs SUCK!!!!!!!! im sick yeah my room lets not go there and well a lttle incident happened and im sick .... sore throat runny nose sick... bummer
RITE BACK L8R

5/20at home

hey all whats up watching eragon new york was cool heres a little poem? about new york

dirty old men
no cute guys
cool sights
NYC

5/19

DAY OFF IM IN NYC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5/18at home

hey all waz up tommorow is probably my day off how yall doin here is something random i just wrote for yall hope you like it (u better ><)
fact of life
the wind blows
the sea sprays
the sun shines
the trees shade
the world grows
we learn


*the world is a wonder dont let it slip out of your grasp*

5/17

hey all what if i wrote a story about a criminal(a good one) but he was too dumb to know he was one last day to work on my book report so im craming talk to ya L8R

5/16

nearly done with daily blog can u believe it and im goin to NYC yes i said it yesterday but im so exicted i just cant hide it(hehehehe) the magazine is goin to be awesome big time i LOVE the title im also goin to write a poem about english today it was so cold and boring i just wanted to fly out the window into the warm breeze like a bird

5/15

hey all whatz up im goin to write a poem about the G unit (aggrivating me) ill tell u later for wilsons class we have to write a literature magazine and ours is MR.COW Mirrors Reflecting Colours Of Words isnt funny we have to pick our best work (no cusses) for it and stuff like that the G unit is so damn annoying and i cant get rid of the G unit at all i wanted to go to the slam festival but apparently im going to new york instead YEAH

ps the G unit is my grandmom

5/14

hey all my computer is retarded and guess what im doing this whole senior spirt week thing and yes i know im not a senior i just wanna do it anyway and wednesday is twin day and my twin is tyler the guy i wrote that poem about we'll be dressed alike and have the same personality(hehehehe)

5/13

yesterday after mulching my grandmom got real anoying i mean i love i just cant stand her and i had to clean out the hot tub uuuuuuuggggggggg!
DAY OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5/12at home

hey all whats up no new poems yet im working on it i just spent the morning mulching (aka more pitchforking then any thing else) the gardens. ug! im off on mothers day so no post tommorow not a mom but owe it to mine not to be on the computer all day. heres a haiku i just wrote dont know about the syllabols suggestions.^^

mothers day

mom you are the best

you're better then the rest

thanks I love you mom

5/11at home

HEY ALL HOWS IT GOIN sorry about the caps. forgot to turn it off again I'm going a try extending some warm ups i just haven't done that just now here's a haiku i just thought up don't know if i got the syllables down
lil reminder
the sweet water
the good fruits of earth
thank you dear god

5/10at home

here is a poem about and dedicated to someone we all know and love ELISSA unfortunately the blog wont let me space it out right sorry

PARCHMENT OF SKIN
A girl, a marker
and a 90 minute class of boredom
It starts w/ a line
then 2
then a doodle
Next its a full out
mural
the next day
its 2 sharpies
then 3
then 4
Now its no
longer just
a doodle
a sketch
irresponsible markings that are toxic
No longer just
ink, skin, boredom, creativity
and imagination
NO NOW
its....
its a full out
form of art
and the skin is just the canvas
its a walking advertisement of skill
its a way of life
its a notepad on hand
ALWAYS
its freedom
expression
art
soul
its Elissa

5/9at home

^^ HEHEHE if u know tyler then u know why this poem is so darn funny and true(:

Thanks to a Bear of a friend
I'm short
I mean really
short in about
that average sort of
way of 5'3" or so
And tall guys make
me feel well short
But this guy
the biggest guy
I know,
who happens to be
a year younger,
Doesn't
when he hugs me
I'm just a ragdoll
w/ no back to break
He also happens
to be what
some say "the
guy version" of me
He is crazy,
wacky, funny,
a complete lunatic,
and has the ability
to pop up
ANYWHERE
And this is probably
the reason why
even though he is
the tallest, broadest
shouldered guy
I know that he
doesn't make
me feel short
Thank you
And in case
you haven't
noticed this
poem is about
you, Tyler

5/8at home

hey all u can now watch charlie the unicorn on my blog here's a nice poem for ya

A SPRING RIDE HOME
The sun's warm glow
The soft wind on my cheek
hair dancing to a rhythm
all their own
chitterchatter flowing
out the windows
green speeding past
a blank page,
ideas and a pen
Ink alighting the
page til
at last
A SPRING RIDE HOME

5/7at home

title ideas anyone?black was the only color that seemed to work any suggestions

"Evil, Evil, Evil..."
is the chant I hear
when I walk onto
this tin can of Hell
they call a bus
just cause I
won't put up my
window for the likes
of those snobby, preppy,
immature freshmen
who have enough
gall to think to
take on the upperclassmen
Now is that evil
well chant all you
want cause I don't care
maybe I AM evil
or not But
its my window
Bitches!
back off
cause I don't give
a DAMN!
And maybe I
think you guys are
so stupid I have
to laugh
So what you
do you say to that
This window
is staying
DOWN!

5/6 im back

granmas was fun(suprisingly(cause my brother) here is a good poem (one i forgot about) oh and question how does the water getcold when robby was only in the shower for 15 mins please someone enlighten me T=t+W T=TEMPERTURE t=TIME W= WELLWATER
EYES
Eyes are the pools
Into another world
A world you keep open yet shut
You want to let all in yet none
A world with more raw passion and emotion
Then ever seen
Locked away behind a mask
With only the tiniest part looking through
And if it were to be unlocked
could you handle the sheer rawness
Of the soul

5/5 DAY OFF

DAY OFF IN VIRGINIA W/O A COMPUTER SORRY I HAD TO POST THIS A DAY AHEAD
oh and sorry its in capitals agaign nikki
c u all later

5/4

FLURRY GOT PIED YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSS
okiv gotta hurry i need to pack im going to my granmoms this weekend so tommorow is my day off
ill have a few at homes to post when i get back nothing i can do about it sorry

5/3 AT HOME

hey everybody here is a cool food for thoght poem .....please be nice........

IF FLEAS WERE IDEAS THEN DOGS WOULD BE THE SMARTEST
Ideas are like fleas
you don't know where
They come from
then they multiply
become an infestation
They get stuck there
the only way to get rid of them
is to root them out
Kill them at the source
and stop them from
producing more
However unlike fleas
ideas aren't necessarily
bad there are good ones
very good ones
and they need to be
kept, stored, saved,
protected, shared,
and cared for
They need to be
given space to breath
and accumulate
They need to grow
blossom and reach
full maturity
But like fleas
they need a host
someone to feed and
grow off of.

5/2 AT HOME

warning this is not some suicidal emo poem so dont think that this is about my abusive past and say ur sorry cause its not ur fault i wrote this poem cause we were talking about war in english and i dont think i would do well as a solider as u will find out

BLOODLUST
If warrior is what is in need
Then warrior is what I shall be
But i warn thee
This is a vengeful anger
trapped in a cage too small
If i were to pick up the sword
I know not if it will ever lay to rest
And the dead wouldn't be the only one to cry
I know not where my fate be
maybe the sword wouldn't lay to rest
unless I did first
Those who fall may merely be victims
of a thirsty sword
And wish this I not
The blood that is spilled pray be only of those who deserve it
I have warned thee
Pray you never call upon my sword

5/1

HEY THIS IS COOL THAT IS A COOL FONT I'M PRETTY SURE I GOT MY BLOG PUBLIC NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WILSON'S CLASS RULES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WONDER IF I CAN JUST COMMENT ON EVERYONE WEEKLY? ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ HEHEHE