Swirling
A blur
A shreik in the distance
Every color melting
Collapse
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Life
Passion and hope
Giving joy and determination
Flickering power
Knowing confidence
I see her dreaming up her future
Know she can do anything
Full of life
Giving joy and determination
Flickering power
Knowing confidence
I see her dreaming up her future
Know she can do anything
Full of life
A Rainy Day at the Beach
Wet drops chill the dull ocean. Ripples expand continuously as I listen to the "pitter, patter, pitter, patter" of the rain drops. All around me is the soggy sand, and sand castles are melting. I see the shadowy sky and feel the stillness and peace. As an icy rain drop lands on my hair, I giggle and listen to the echoes of my laughter. It sounds as though a million people are laughing at the other end of the ocean. "Maybe there are," I think, "but for now I'm alone."
Sunday, April 23, 2006
In the Midst of Reality
why dream when rigid pain shimmers
purple metaphor is raw
dead canvas then captures
deep impressions appear
original passion
vivid music
Note: For the three poems entitled In the Midst of Reality, Peace, and The Artist, I was crazy and wacko and playing with Magnetic Poetry. Well, now you know what happens when you combine the two.
purple metaphor is raw
dead canvas then captures
deep impressions appear
original passion
vivid music
Note: For the three poems entitled In the Midst of Reality, Peace, and The Artist, I was crazy and wacko and playing with Magnetic Poetry. Well, now you know what happens when you combine the two.
The Artist
in my dream the nice queen swims with me
under water over the mountain through the woods
she very softly laughs in the ocean
and I laugh at the moon at night
a spaceship slowly sings a song
but the end comes out
my mom wakes me up
once upon a time
I am an artist
under water over the mountain through the woods
she very softly laughs in the ocean
and I laugh at the moon at night
a spaceship slowly sings a song
but the end comes out
my mom wakes me up
once upon a time
I am an artist
Peace
your star wish was happy magic
pink summer morning
of warm mud
whisper and pretend
laugh with love
sing slow white water
peace is black
pink summer morning
of warm mud
whisper and pretend
laugh with love
sing slow white water
peace is black
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Lady
"I'll give you one last chance before I throw you in the dump." Would I survive with my horrible owner towering over me? I couldn't see why he was so mean to me. He did have a hard life being divorced and all. But that was no excuse to treat a sweet little animal like me so harshly. I cringed back and crawled under the table. The crack of the cruel boss's whip hitting me burst my eardrum. I felt the little bits of dirt in my fur which my owner wouldn't wash, and I felt sick because of my aching ribs and almost no fur. My stomach let out a thunderous growl, and I suffered the emptiness of being fed only three times a week. I couldn't help inching to my master and jumping on him as I begged so much for just one more scoop of food. Of course I didn't receive it. Instead, my master shouted, "That's it! You, dumb dog, are coming with me!"
The trash can smelled like every kind of perfume mixed together, and I felt slimy, old food all over me. I felt hot, humid rain on my raggedy fur and saw black rain clouds across the sky. I watched the cars on the street, hoping maybe one kind person would take me. The milliseconds turned to seconds, the seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes turned to hours. Whatever time it was, there I was in the trash can, invisible and waiting. "Screeeeeech!" Suddenly, I heard a car pull over, and a lady jogged toward me. Was she going to be sweet and gentle, or would she treat me inhumanely like my old home? I wagged my tail and jumped up in the trash can. I barked, so I knew her attention would definitely be on me. When she approached me, she checked me over, picked me up in her warm arms, ran back to her bright cherry car with me and a satisfied smile, and sped away.
"Whoever threw the dog in the dump is who I'm super mad at!" I heard the lady declare. I definitely agreed with her.
"You are right on that, Mom. Can we keep her?" Was the young girl talking about me? I sure hoped so.
"We'll see, honey." We'll see? Oh, I hoped I saw soon. I'd been through enough waiting. I wanted to belong to this family badly. The car was so joyful as everyone was talking, laughing, and stroking my back. It was the first time I'd ever been petted, and I realized this was extremely relaxing. There was a girl who looked about the age of nine, a man who acted like the girl's dad, and of course the lady, who was presumably the mom. Also, there was a pretty teenager who kept grinning at me. I could tell the family like me a lot. I sniffed the air, and for a change, I smelled a huge, juicy bone, and soon that bone was in my mouth! For the first time in my life, I gobbled down a treat in the middle of the day. Today was the day a lot of my first-times took place. I licked the people I hoped to be my owners all over. If they kept me, I had a feeling I was going to love their place. I thought I was in a heavenly dream as life was going wonderfully.
Everyone got out of the car to arrive at an enormous brick house with a door that said, "ALABAMA VET'S OFFICE. OPEN ALL DAY." What was a vet's office? The family inspected me thoughtfully, and the lady took me inside the office. What was going to happen? I looked at the desk that had papers all over it, and then the long halls with different rooms and enormous white tables. At the end of the hall, there was a scale. Would someone put me on the table and do something to me? I hoped they'd put me on the table and give me another bone, but somehow I knew this wasn't going to happen. A nurse led the lady and me through the hallway and finally stopped at a room. She laid me at a table, and then a tall man holding a shot stepped inside the room. My heart beat like a hammer as the man pierced my skin with a needle. Then, he announced that I had a disease called worms, so I would have to stay at the office for a few days. I thought I'd go home with a kind family. The lady reached out her hand and stroked me, and after that, she left.
The next few days at the office were terrible. The piercing shots hurt so bad that I didn't feel like moving. I dreaded the frigid baths that made me shiver and shake. The smell of sickening sterility filled the air around me and the first night, I thought just maybe the food would be good, but oh, no, it was canned and flavorless. Oh, how I wished the kind family would come back.
Each day, I would pick my head up every time someone came inside my room and bawl. But no one was there to take me home. All people did was sadly smile. No one understood a dog's life.
By the sixth day, I gave up hope that I would ever leave the office. I'd just stay there the rest of my life, never getting well. Now I just shivered, wondering why my life had to be this way. I didn't think I was a bad puppy.
As the days passed, I grew sadder and sadder, until the tenth day. On that day, a nurse walked into my room with a warm smile and exclaimed,"You're all better now! Are you ready to go home?"
I howled and ran all around the office. But which home was it? I ran out of my room to the front desk to see the nice lady check me out of the office. I hoped she'd never take me here again. As I jumped on her, she cooed, "Are you ready to go home? You're all better now! Are you happy, sweetie? Come on into the car."
I was placed into the car and driven home. When we arrived there, I realized my new home was casual and fun compared to my old home. My old home was all black while this had colorful walls, books, magazines, and a TV.
I felt myself being laid on a cushiony sofa. Curling up, I remembered what it was like at my old owner's house. I shivered but decided never again to give up hope or happiness, for I knew now that things can always turn out for the best. I'm still at this house, and I'm queen of it. I lie on my owner's beds with my head on their pillow. They don't punish me for pretty much anything. I even have a new name called Lady. How do you like that? I love it; I love it just as much as I love my new home where I'm treated right. Life's great!
The trash can smelled like every kind of perfume mixed together, and I felt slimy, old food all over me. I felt hot, humid rain on my raggedy fur and saw black rain clouds across the sky. I watched the cars on the street, hoping maybe one kind person would take me. The milliseconds turned to seconds, the seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes turned to hours. Whatever time it was, there I was in the trash can, invisible and waiting. "Screeeeeech!" Suddenly, I heard a car pull over, and a lady jogged toward me. Was she going to be sweet and gentle, or would she treat me inhumanely like my old home? I wagged my tail and jumped up in the trash can. I barked, so I knew her attention would definitely be on me. When she approached me, she checked me over, picked me up in her warm arms, ran back to her bright cherry car with me and a satisfied smile, and sped away.
"Whoever threw the dog in the dump is who I'm super mad at!" I heard the lady declare. I definitely agreed with her.
"You are right on that, Mom. Can we keep her?" Was the young girl talking about me? I sure hoped so.
"We'll see, honey." We'll see? Oh, I hoped I saw soon. I'd been through enough waiting. I wanted to belong to this family badly. The car was so joyful as everyone was talking, laughing, and stroking my back. It was the first time I'd ever been petted, and I realized this was extremely relaxing. There was a girl who looked about the age of nine, a man who acted like the girl's dad, and of course the lady, who was presumably the mom. Also, there was a pretty teenager who kept grinning at me. I could tell the family like me a lot. I sniffed the air, and for a change, I smelled a huge, juicy bone, and soon that bone was in my mouth! For the first time in my life, I gobbled down a treat in the middle of the day. Today was the day a lot of my first-times took place. I licked the people I hoped to be my owners all over. If they kept me, I had a feeling I was going to love their place. I thought I was in a heavenly dream as life was going wonderfully.
Everyone got out of the car to arrive at an enormous brick house with a door that said, "ALABAMA VET'S OFFICE. OPEN ALL DAY." What was a vet's office? The family inspected me thoughtfully, and the lady took me inside the office. What was going to happen? I looked at the desk that had papers all over it, and then the long halls with different rooms and enormous white tables. At the end of the hall, there was a scale. Would someone put me on the table and do something to me? I hoped they'd put me on the table and give me another bone, but somehow I knew this wasn't going to happen. A nurse led the lady and me through the hallway and finally stopped at a room. She laid me at a table, and then a tall man holding a shot stepped inside the room. My heart beat like a hammer as the man pierced my skin with a needle. Then, he announced that I had a disease called worms, so I would have to stay at the office for a few days. I thought I'd go home with a kind family. The lady reached out her hand and stroked me, and after that, she left.
The next few days at the office were terrible. The piercing shots hurt so bad that I didn't feel like moving. I dreaded the frigid baths that made me shiver and shake. The smell of sickening sterility filled the air around me and the first night, I thought just maybe the food would be good, but oh, no, it was canned and flavorless. Oh, how I wished the kind family would come back.
Each day, I would pick my head up every time someone came inside my room and bawl. But no one was there to take me home. All people did was sadly smile. No one understood a dog's life.
By the sixth day, I gave up hope that I would ever leave the office. I'd just stay there the rest of my life, never getting well. Now I just shivered, wondering why my life had to be this way. I didn't think I was a bad puppy.
As the days passed, I grew sadder and sadder, until the tenth day. On that day, a nurse walked into my room with a warm smile and exclaimed,"You're all better now! Are you ready to go home?"
I howled and ran all around the office. But which home was it? I ran out of my room to the front desk to see the nice lady check me out of the office. I hoped she'd never take me here again. As I jumped on her, she cooed, "Are you ready to go home? You're all better now! Are you happy, sweetie? Come on into the car."
I was placed into the car and driven home. When we arrived there, I realized my new home was casual and fun compared to my old home. My old home was all black while this had colorful walls, books, magazines, and a TV.
I felt myself being laid on a cushiony sofa. Curling up, I remembered what it was like at my old owner's house. I shivered but decided never again to give up hope or happiness, for I knew now that things can always turn out for the best. I'm still at this house, and I'm queen of it. I lie on my owner's beds with my head on their pillow. They don't punish me for pretty much anything. I even have a new name called Lady. How do you like that? I love it; I love it just as much as I love my new home where I'm treated right. Life's great!
Friday, April 14, 2006
Stay Away
I fear her absurd appearance
Behind my eyes
Is her, who hates the universe
And the way we think
Clouding my dreams
Is her, who knows
That the biggest thing to ever happen
Is death
Be smart
Don't recall the unknown
Make a new friend
Who doesn't believe
I would particularly like comments on the title of this--do you have a suggestion for a better title?
Behind my eyes
Is her, who hates the universe
And the way we think
Clouding my dreams
Is her, who knows
That the biggest thing to ever happen
Is death
Be smart
Don't recall the unknown
Make a new friend
Who doesn't believe
I would particularly like comments on the title of this--do you have a suggestion for a better title?
Thursday, April 13, 2006
The Dr. Pepper Song
Honestly, I don't know why I didn't put this on earlier. I guess I just forgot about it or something! Well anyway here's the famous Dr. Pepper Song--it goes to the tune of Take Me Out to the Ball Game.
Oh, Dr. Pepper's delicious
I want some now
Buy me a Dr. Pepper
Then I'll be bouncing off the walls!
For it's high sugar and caffiene
If that's not in it's a shame
For it's one, two, three sodas
And I'll be hyper now!
Yahoo!
A perfect song for Dr. Pepper lovers (like me!)
Oh, Dr. Pepper's delicious
I want some now
Buy me a Dr. Pepper
Then I'll be bouncing off the walls!
For it's high sugar and caffiene
If that's not in it's a shame
For it's one, two, three sodas
And I'll be hyper now!
Yahoo!
A perfect song for Dr. Pepper lovers (like me!)
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Why Does She Care
Why does she care for me
I'm one thirty first
There's plenty of others
To give dirty smirks
I know I'm bad
So why make me cry
I'm constantly wishing
To die, die, die
Why does she embarrass me
Make me lose my appetite
I can't get her to like me
I'll just lose the fight
Maybe it's just natural
Her unpleasance and ugly glare
Which clearly shows me
She doesn't really care
I should be getting over this
So why can't I do so
Cuz whether she cares or not
She makes my spirits low
I know she's just insecure
It's normal to smile rare
So the question becomes
Why do I really care
I'm one thirty first
There's plenty of others
To give dirty smirks
I know I'm bad
So why make me cry
I'm constantly wishing
To die, die, die
Why does she embarrass me
Make me lose my appetite
I can't get her to like me
I'll just lose the fight
Maybe it's just natural
Her unpleasance and ugly glare
Which clearly shows me
She doesn't really care
I should be getting over this
So why can't I do so
Cuz whether she cares or not
She makes my spirits low
I know she's just insecure
It's normal to smile rare
So the question becomes
Why do I really care
Friday, April 07, 2006
Seeing Friends Again
I get to camp for a summer that's fun
Get outside and enjoy the sun
Unpack my stuff and pick out my bed
Get ready for a blast and look ahead
I'm happy, I'm excited--what did I find?
What I've been waiting for--my friends that are kind
I run to them and they run to me
We can hardly believe what we see
In the circle of girls there are five close friends
Whose changes in everything never end
From getting braces or glasses or contacts or more
To growing taller or bigger or just different from before
We recognize our changes and then we start having fun
Our time together should never be done
Laughing and talking and just being us
Even telling secrets to those whom we trust
After we've missed each other all during the year
Our reunion brings a smile from ear to ear
I have the time of my life seeing my friends from camp once more
That's why those times in the summer are what I adore
Get outside and enjoy the sun
Unpack my stuff and pick out my bed
Get ready for a blast and look ahead
I'm happy, I'm excited--what did I find?
What I've been waiting for--my friends that are kind
I run to them and they run to me
We can hardly believe what we see
In the circle of girls there are five close friends
Whose changes in everything never end
From getting braces or glasses or contacts or more
To growing taller or bigger or just different from before
We recognize our changes and then we start having fun
Our time together should never be done
Laughing and talking and just being us
Even telling secrets to those whom we trust
After we've missed each other all during the year
Our reunion brings a smile from ear to ear
I have the time of my life seeing my friends from camp once more
That's why those times in the summer are what I adore
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