dragonqueen Posted October 10, 2003 Report Posted October 10, 2003 I'm new here, but hey. Here it goes! Most often, inspiration strikes when I am at school. Thus, the poetry gets wrote down in my agenda, a dayplanner-like thing. ****************** Kind of choppy, but it says what I meant it to. I wanted to express how much I loath and despise gym class, especially since I am athletically challenged. I'm not cut out for this. This isn't what I'm meant to be. Why can't you see? Don't make me do this. I don't want to. I don't want to hear the boos. I hate this. I don't want to be here. Isn't that clear? I'm an artist not an athlete. My talents don't lie here. I won't do this; is that clear? ****************** It was running through my head and wouldn't get out. Stay on the sunny side, Never on the dark side. Smile and be cheerful, Never be fearfull. Look on the bright side, Never on the dim side. Sing and be glad, For all the wonders to be had. Stay on the sunny side of life, Never full of strife. ****************** They always make the world sound like such a bad place...it drives me crazy. Not that the hood is a bad place(I don't really know, actually, but I don't want to offend anyone). Say it ain't so. I don't wanna know. They say all the world's bad. That there's nothing good to be had. But I know it can't be that way. Somewhere there's gotta be some good. We can't all live in the hood. Tell me where people are good and kind. They can't all have a criminal mind. 'Till you say it ain't so, I'll just ignore it. I don't hafta know. I don't hafta bear it. ****************** Inspired by a discussion of idioms. It's raining cats and dogs, Oh, it's raining cats and dogs. Quick, quick, everyone run for shelter, Everyone run, helter-skelter. Faces from the window peek, For years, of this they will speak. Oh, that rainy dismal December day, When it rained cats and dogs, or so they say. ******************* We had to write a poem based of 'Theme of English B' by Langston Hughes. She said, "There will be a quiz on Tuesday. On the countries of Europe. Memorize them, please." It seems so simple. But it's not. These names, these words, they mean nothing to me. How can a word convey a country, a culture, a people? It does not, cannot. I thirst for knowledge of the world. I must know more. I must have something to link with the name. Else they fall through my head, meaningless. I know some words. New Jersey - New Jersey is my home. It means me, and Raritan and Somerset County, It is the Garden State. I know this, but Belgium? Belgium draws a blank. Who are it's people? Are they black, white? Poor or rich? Are they good people? What is it like in Belgium? I know nothing. I am innocent and naive, living my sheltered life. But I can change this. I will not fill my head with empty words. And I cannot learn them so quickly. For how can a culture, a country, be learned, just like that? But over time, I will fill my head with knowledge of the world. And the names will not be meaningless.
Ayshela Posted October 11, 2003 Report Posted October 11, 2003 :) :) i LOVE the last one.. i thought i was the only one who had to have something to connect to the names.. my teachers always hated me because i couldn't just memorize stuff and use it, it had to make *sense*. so, yeah.. i love this.
Peredhil Posted October 11, 2003 Report Posted October 11, 2003 oooh. nice first post! Welcome indeed. Stick around... Ideas and feedback have no rank, feel free to indulge... -Peredhil, a creaky old Ancient who hugs a lot. Hugs!
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