Poetry is:
Hope.
Despair.
Happiness.
Sadness.
Anger.
Hatred.
It is all that and more.
Poetry is life.
It is everything and everywhere.
Poetry is death.
It is nothing yet something.
Poetry is dreams.
It is the night like sleep that we cannot remember when we wake.
Poetry is me.
It is you.
It is us.
Poetry is.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were read.
As if it was forbidden,
By the monsters in her head.
And all they thought was silly,
Was quickly thrown away.
By a girl who had to grow up,
By a girl who couldn't play.
All her dreams and fantasies,
All her fears and hopes.
Thrown in a bag of garbage,
Balloons and skipping ropes.
The teddybears and puzzles,
All had to retreat.
For new puzzles in her head,
She never would complete.
No poetry was written,
No fairytales were told.
Her eyes spoke of a sad tale,
Her hands were always cold.
She thought of no white horses,
For she was no princess.
Her life was about papers,
Why must poetry
Be beautiful?
Be sad?
Be deep?
Must it always
Have morals
For one
To reap?
We search for hidden meaning
In each line of poetry
In each word of poetry
As if it were treasure
Hidden by the pirates of literature
For us to seek out
And claim for our own.
We look to poetry
As a source of beauty
As we look towards a flower
Standing tall, petals tipped open
As if wanting to embrace the sun and the sky,
Colours gleaming in the light
For our viewing pleasure.
We seek out emotion
In poetry
As if we are emotionless ourselves
And searching for replacements.
As if we were empty shells of man and woman,
Using poet
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well ive calmed down...that was quick i kno ...my sis is gone now tnk god(if he doesnt hate me for the beforementioned jesus joke)now im lookin at parkour sites like http://www.3run.co.uk/ check it out it has some crazy stuff^w^ i like to try to do parkour but im nowhere near these guys*watches videos w amazement* wats ur fav crazy thing to do? plz id like to hear ur responses!!!! :) :(i wish i still had a camera tho just gotta use my fup (f****ed up phone)
weell....IM SOOOOO BORED ....idk wat ill talk about.schools been interesting. more drama than im used to but im ok. almost failed senior year in the 1st semester so....*scratches head* im gonna b spending my weekend @ home....again.y me? did i somehow piss god off w my jesus jokes and what not. ifeel both smarter and dumber at the same time. can that happen? any way im wishn i could go somewhere. my little sis gets to go to a concert w her friend today w a last min notice to my parents and im not allowed to get my actual license?WTF... well igotta go b pissed sumwhere else:(ttfn
wellll, this is my 1st entry sooooo.....*cracks neck, pops knuckles,etc.*.......
welll...i got dragged 2 church today, and well lets just say that i had an eventful day...
it all started when we thought my 8 year old cousin ran off during church.
we looked around 4 her and after about running around 4 about 20 minutes we found her in her childrens church class which she evidently walked herself to...that was about a quarter of the whole church service.
well...the pastor started preaching and after about 15 minutes i passed out on the stairs between the "sanctuary" and the balcony.....welll if i knew how to i would put a picture that my u