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Thursday, June 9, 2011

Writer's Block

Title to Come (Writer's Block)
 Writers block comes              and    
                                                                         goes
Words  tiptoe
            a
              r
               o
              u
             n
           d
the                      searching         and          waiting                 minds
And                                                                                                             sneak
into the               u n s u s p e c t i n g     minds
of others
sometimes writers
b l 
  o
ck
is in for a                f             l          a             s       h
and disappears just as quick
leavingaquickflowofwordsthatseemtokeepcomingandcoming
but it can also
inch                                                    on                                                by
with a sluglike flow

I  
s  e e m    t o  h a v e   i t 
but
yet
don't.

Poetry: Lost

Lost
I had been walking
and roaming around
I once was lost
But now I am found

The world is my household
Welcome and come on in
My pets are wild
with fur, feather, and fin


No paintings of nature on the walls
The truths aren't hidden
Under lies and deception
With the reality deep within


At a new place
Lies are easily believed
So make everywhere your home
A comfy place
is where you'll never leave

I was alone
In this big giant world
I was so scared
and my stomach had curled


But when I discovered 
The secret to smiles
I got right up 
and walked around for miles


Everywhere's my living space
The jungle is my dining room
The forests are my kitchens
The skies are my bedroom



I had been walking
and roaming around
I once was lost
But now I am found

I made the world my home
So I'd never be lost again

This was a totally weird random poem. I have no idea how I came up with it...
It took me all of 15 minutes to make, so it isn't my best work.
Thanks for reading this!




Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Poetry: Pretty

The Feeling of Pretty
When you feel pretty
You're confident
And you know
Or 
think you know
That for once
You aren't as ugly
as you usually
think 
or know
you really are


When you feel pretty
You're on top of the world
Living in a kingdom
Where you're the princess
and everyone loves you.








When you feel pretty
you feel
happy
and joyful
But you're vulnerable




When you feel pretty
It's easier for someone else
to shoot you down
Rip your heart out
Make you bleed inside








When you feel pretty
You can be confident
And show that
Someone
That  you don't care
Hide your bleeding
And 
Grow a new heart.




When you feel pretty.