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Express Your Alter Ego
Wow. Dark!I wrote this poem when I went to San Francisco for science camp...it started out as a suicidal poem, but I changed the ending to make it happier. Here's the suicidal version! (Don't worry, I'm not actually suicidal!)
A flash of bright red against
Mossy brown and royal blue
I see the Golden Gate Bridge
Against hills of rock
And churning, foamy waves.
A crash, thrumming past my ears
A howl, storming around me
A chiming, ringing through me
SWOOSH, WHOOSH, DING
I hear the ocean, the wind, and the lighthouse bell.
Closing my eyes
I can smell the tang of salt
And the dry dust.
With the water raging around me
I am entranced with beauty
But I also know behind the beauty
That there is danger.
Mist spraying my face
Wind trying to throw me off-balance
Waves surging wildly under me
I feel the exhilarating feeling
Of Carelessness, wild freedom.
But it would be so easy
To fall off
Nothing separates me from my doom
Than just this thin rail.
And if I did fall
What would happen?
How long would it take me to fall?
My mind is struggling
With indecision
And then suddenly
I know what to do
I guess I'll find out
How long it will take.
And so I step lightly on the railing
And leap.
Wow, guys. Emotions reign high!I wrote this when I was morbidly depressed about my Mom.
The sun rises
I don't know what to say.
I wave good bye to my Mom
as she goes away.
She said I could stay home
(But I did miss a test)
Still, I don't feel myself
I don't feel the best
My sister comforts me
for she stayed home too.
My cat is being unusually affectionate
If she could talk, she would coo.
Everything went fine
the growth was benign
But I still have a heavy heart
I still feel ripped apart.
Her voice is soft and hoarse
Her movement a little slow
I don't care! I am glad
we removed that foe.
The sun sets
I don't know what to say
I'll go back tomorrow that I know
Oh, Mom, don't go away.
I have many different me-s, you could say, but here's one:My train of thought
has jumped its tracks.
My thought process
has gone awhack.
It runs amuck
through this and that.
Dragons and scales,
to leaves and then summer.
Pictures and fails-
not safes.
This takes me here, which takes me there,
Doors and doors of memory,
through my brain cavity.
What was I talking about?
Oh yeah.
Let's think back.
My train of thought
has jumped its tracks.
My thought process
has gone awhack.
It runs amuck
through this and that
wow, I like all of them. :D by the way I'm not sucidal either....
Nope. Sometimes you just feel suicidal. It's happened to me. You're like "I want to die"
here are two that i wrote with my friend when i was depressed Llama in a field
Boom goes llama, imploding
No more llama now
Children in a house
Mary, Donney and Johnney
Fire kills them all
Surfin' USA
Great white lurking in the waves
Gotta go hang ten
LOL!! The first one makes me crack up!!
Reminds me of Tyson from Percy Jackson books 4! Lol!
Yeah, it does!! Lol!! That's my favorite line in the book. ("Yay! We get to see Annabeth and ride fish horses and eat peanut butter sandwiches and make things go BOOM!")It cracks me up when Percy says "I hope he didn't mean all at the same time" after that. XD
The Percy Jackson Series by Rick Riordan..they're good. #1 is called Percy Jackson and the Lightning Theif.
Hey, have you the llama song?Normal llama
Sad llama
Mentally deranged llama
Super llama
Drama llama
Big Fat Mama llama
There's more than that, Drizzleherb!! This is the version I know...Happy llama
Sad llama
Mentally disturbed llama
Super llama
Drama llama
Big Fat Mama llama
Camel
Happy Camel
Sad Camel
Covered by a cloud camel
Always in a troud camel
Fish
Happy Fish
Sad Fish
Shark
Sad Shark
YUMMY
Llama!!
I know a different llama song and it starts out like thishere's a llama
there's a llama
and another little llama
fuzzy llama
funny llama
llama llama duck
Ok, I wrote this poem about my cousin, when he was being really mean to me... lol, I still get a kick out of it, though the tempo changes, making it not really a poem, but w/e... * * *
JOESPH and the FLOWERS
A Poem By Clare Cianflone
~
Here the flowers lie,
And Joseph walks by,
Then the flowers die.
~
They were happy flowers too,
Barely more than new,
But Joseph killed them, it’s true.
~
He always hated violets,
In every single case,
Because they reminded him,
Of his own face.
~
He always hated tulips,
Because they were so bright,
He was not, even though,
He studied all the night.
~
He always hated sunflowers,
Because they were so happy,
He was not, especially when,
He didn’t get his nappy.
~
And so it was, with all the flowers,
Who were so bright, and gay,
Joseph blasted every one,
From the light of day.
THE END
that's the song i kno veronica. my friend is obsessed with llamas. I'm a happy and like loud and clumsy person, but this is me when i'm dancing
The ground falls away
The music does sway
In my very heart
I count to four before I start
I find inside an inner grace
It's as though I have a whole new face
All the hurt and thoughts from the day
All the lies I do or say
Are all stripped away
I open like a flower in May
Showing my inside heart, only me
And now I'm free from gravity
It's not very long or good, but i just wrote it just now in like 2 minutes so...
o and here's another 1 i wrote a while ago- like i said i'm really a happy person, but sometimes i feel really sad for no reason really so..I see you there
Girl in blue
Do you see me too?
Why are you sad
Girl in blue
Whatever has happened to you?
A face of an angel
Girl in blue
But is that a devil too?
Such feelings clashing
Girl in blue
Oh what have you been through?
Girl in blue
Oh Girl in blue
I see you in the mirror
But who are you?
I love that llama song Veronica!! Clare that cracks me up!!
Wow I love those poems Allie!!
wait--i know i'm a little late on this one but brighde you've never heard of percy jackson??? U MUST READ THEM THEY ARE SOOOO GOOD!!! XD
Holy Cow, Clare, that rocks, your poem is really funny.
hahahahhahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!"D
I don't know much about poetry but I like it when the sentence is neat to say, like now is the summer of our discontent or you know.My youth was stolen by an older vesion of me
destroyed along with earlier notions
What is man amongst the wreckage
I love poetry!!!!!!A style
medium long black hair
Blue is my fav color
glasses- no blank face for me!
braces- color on the teeth work!
leggings are perfect for outfits
Hairbands on my wrists- just in case!
That's my Style
For now
Eileen, I love your style of poetry, it's awesome. It's different than the others, and I love it!
haha! That's a way of introduction i say!! :D
short and sweetlong and funny
special rules-
or not?
I'm a genre
I'm simple
I'm complicated
I'm a song with no tune
I am Poetry
I love poetry!!! I made that up in like, 1 minute!!
wow, you've got a gift!
I can't make poetry like that off of the top of my mind.
And for writing, it takes me like a month or a year to come up with a new topic!
I can't make poetry like that off of the top of my mind.
And for writing, it takes me like a month or a year to come up with a new topic!
You and me both Cal! haha! as for writing and topics. I can think of ideas and stuff but I can't write them down in the right way.
I liked that Eileen! That was really good! Here's one of mine I came up with during a storm:Thunder
and lightning
and rain
and shadow.
Nature's magic before our eyes.
Fire
and water.
Sand
and wind.
Watch it swirl in the skys.
Waves
and destruction.
With her anger,
her fury,
she reminds us of her might.
For Nature,
in all her glory,
will not bare the human blight.
It sounds better out loud.
when it comes to poetry, just stare around the room- ooh! a feather!!! and you can come up with a poem!!!It falls from the sky
It drifts down
slowly, slowly
until it touches the ground
soft extensions
starting from the stem
so many colors
so many kinds
the bird flies away
but leaves me a feather
wow. oh look. a notebook! let's see if I'm any good
The pen twirls
in different directions
as it creates symbols
on the lined pages
it's creating words
sentcences
paragraphs
pages
the whole book is filled now
it turns back
to the beginning page
and the writer
begins to read
The pen twirls
in different directions
as it creates symbols
on the lined pages
it's creating words
sentcences
paragraphs
pages
the whole book is filled now
it turns back
to the beginning page
and the writer
begins to read
thank you very much!"D *bows to the crowd*
this is my friend writing!!Pride
Glowing, growing in my heart
'Till I burst with joy
And of course,
I'll have to Say
"oh, it's nothing,
nothing much,"
Even though Pride
from anything
is
never
nothing.
wow... that's a skill! A mad skill! :D
Downward, spiraling into the black abyss
Death hushes my screams, so they choke in my throat
I’m paralyzed, my worst fear
Talk I cannot, move I cannot
My body is limp, and I plunge like an inanimate object, everything letting go
Whirling, Flung carelessly upon this void chasm
My heart seizes up, unable to pump blood throughout my body
Hair fluid, yet suffocating, as it wraps around my neck
If I wasn’t paralyzed I would tug and rip it away
But I can’t, how grotesque
As I sunk in the heavy black air I remembered
What it was like to live
The colors, the sounds, the emotion
To see the faint blush of pastels in spring
Or the bold, vivid hues of red as they lit up the sky
The bubbling of a cheerful stream
Or the vociferous, boisterous sound at a concert
The feeling of love, bursting out of my chest, unable to contain it
Or the passionate anger boiling and erupting
These things I have experienced, though I have lived for a brief time
Ephemeral and fleeting compared to how long the mountain stands, or how long the sun burns
All this I thought of
For I had time to think
It was torture to have it prolonged
What a way to die