Monthly Archives: October 2015

Poetry

All alone

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Hi! This is my normal post…. and I hope you enjoy!

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I am sitting here
Blinded by my very tears
My heart is heavy oh so dark
As I whollow in my fears

And as I wait so very still
I finally go numb inside
All this pain hidden away
Deep in my dark brown eyes
Someone tries to comfort me
Someone tries to take my hand
But I slip right through their fingers
Like thin, white sand
Now I am but a shadow
Just wishing to disappear
My aching heart is hollow
As I whollow in my fears
Poetry

Halloween

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Hey guys! This is my early Halloween special since I didn’t want to steal Emma’s post again. I will post a normal one just after this, since the specials count as bonuses. So…. here it is!

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It’s Hallows eve, alas, behold
Two long hours in the foreboding cold
Out on the streets now being patrolled
By pirates and ghosts alike

Us children we leap from street to street
Trick or treat we tweet, then greet
How are you, now can we have some sweets
We beg never defeated

We trot back home comparing freight
Exhausted but otherwise great
giving out candy that we hate
To all of our neighborhood friends

Not mine

Imagination-Emma

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I thought of this when Kuhu and I were discussing Halloween and Kuhu kept “asking” for a post. Also fun fact Kuhu puts all my post on the website apart from this one and piano. She just wrote it in my POV.

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Some people have wonderful imaginations. But grand imaginations can be a curse as well. For some thinking of a fantasy land can lead you to discovering your deepest darkest fears. Some are afraid of simple things like spiders or ghosts, but some, some are afraid of things much bigger. They fear getting too close, then being thrown away to rot. They’re afraid of being hurt, broken and it gets worse at night. The darkness is where a person’s imagination runs wild, transforming our fears, twisting them in a way that can petrify the most collected of people. Those who are afraid of being thrown away like a useless old doll Are dragged away by porcelain hands. People afraid of being ignored see distorted beings staring at them, following them wherever they go, watching the while they sleep. When we finally manage to fall asleep, those of us where afraid of heights dream of drowning. We wake up shaking in the middle of the night and we have 5 seconds of peace before we start to pay more attention to our surroundings.  We can’t escape our fears. They surround us and take away our sanity. We are left waiting and waiting until morning comes and sometimes, it never does.

Poetry

Thanksgiving? Puh-leez!

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Here is my entertaining thanksgiving poem. A little less serious than the one I wrote two days ago, But it is for thanksgiving nonetheless.

Turkey

Thanksgiving
Is what they call this day
But do they care what turkeys say?
No
To them this day is a treat
All they care about is the meat
And mashed potatoes
And cranberry sauce
And you leave us to mourn with the loss
Thank god
We won’t be around for much longer
Because when we fall
You get stronger
There’s one thing to be thankful for
Soon
We will be with those whom we adore

                                  Not so Sincerely,
                                       Talking turkey

Poetry

Thank you

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Hi guys! Now, I know that this post is completely unorthodox, but bear with me. I have decided to do a bonus post for you guys. This post was inspired by a poem that I read in a book. I have tried to make it the least amount possible like the one I read before, sooooo yeah. I really am sorry that the poem looks so messy, but for some reason, the computer wasn’t letting me fix it. It is a Thanksgiving poem, and don’t worry, there will still be one on Saturday. Hope you enjoy!

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Thank you god for the hum of bees
For the dizzying leafy canopies
For the warm, soft rain that falls in May
For the playful breeze to end the day
For the dancing strands of deep green grass
And December ice as clear as glass
For foreign winds blown near and far
And the brightest light from the farthest star
But thank you most because of these
Big beautiful loving eyes I see
For those who can help me in times of need
Oh thank you god for these indeed
Poetry

Finally

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Next week is Thanksgiving, so I will be posting again then because I have a Thanksgiving special. Emma will post after Thanksgiving. Be prepared to hear from the turkey!

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Push away the curtains
Kick open the doors
This long awaited freedom
Finally it’s yours

All those dreary moments
Watching rain pour down
Sitting by the window
Chase them out of town

Dance through sun and moonlight
Never going back
Sing and run so far from home
All those things you used to lack