Small Town Satisfaction

I wrote this when I was 14.

White picket fences all around
Feeling so safe in this peaceful town
I see all the blue shutters and all the blue doors
As I walk down the lanes of Oakwood and Moores
I stop to talk to the Grandmother who sits on her deck
(That’s Mrs. LaMore, she’s from Quebec)
She gets her name from her grandmotherly fashion,
Her home is always open; she has such a people passion
As I walk on I hear the kids singing
It’s time to go home, it’s turning to evening
I enter my house with such satisfaction
For the place that I live and it’s small-town attraction.

Sad Day

RIP Heath Ledger

Old stuffs

I went through my portfolio recently and found a ton of writings that I would like to post here (the previous 2 or 3 are some I found in there). They are pretty old and some of them I wrote when I was probably ten! So...give me time...and I am going to post them. Enjoy!

Remember, this blog is really just so I can share my poems, stories, things like that! I have a few on myspace but I don't want to take up a whole lot of room there and I just decided it would be fun to have people acutally read these things I write. So...if you hate them...I don't care. You don't need to tell me :-) This is just for fun. Thanks!

Again...another old one

Here I am again.
Alone again.
Sitting here with nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to see.

There goes my mind again.
I lost it again.
Somewhere deep in thought, it's gone again.

I thought I would be safe
With a man again.
Now I'm alone again.

And still life goes on,
Dragging me through,
Going on alone again.

Almost Loved You

Almost Loved You

I almost loved you
What more can I say?
That feeling came
And quickly went away.

The way you looked at me
I knew something was not right.
Then I understood when I saw her,
The "someone else" in your sight.

And what's left is hate

I wrote this during the first semester of my freshman year I believe. It's a bit exaggerated, so I am not that much of a drama queen :-) Enjoy, men!


What’s Left Is Hate
I am a feminist. I hate men. I wish they didn’t exist and women would live peacefully with gentlemen. The same, you say? Well you’re wrong. Totally different species. Men only deserve to die for they are murderers. They have slaughtered my innocence, broken my heart, beaten my self-esteem and taken my soul to hell and back. Men. That very word makes me shudder. Liars, cheaters, back-stabbers. It’s hard for me to believe I ever loved one and had such strong feelings for others. I gave myself away too easily and they tore me to pieces like dogs. I was only meat to them, those heartless, disgusting creatures. My heart, soul, and mind are broken and exposed. He knew my secrets. My deepest, darkest secrets and he told the world. They are thieves, breaking through our safety walls and stealing everything within us. And all they leave us with is hate. Oh young girl, flee from their evil eyes. You are naïve and they smell your fear and uncertainty. They are ready to prey on you but you must run. Please guard your walls closely. Do not let them in. They will rob you of everything. And what’s left is hate.

Sex AKA Lauren Rapp

Sex
Drives us to do awful things
Drives us to drive others away
Drives us to live
Drives us to strive
Drives us to love
Drives us to lie
It drives me to you when I desire
But drives you away when I am too tired
Lauren my love please understand
I am only human but I am no man
Give me your love, give me your money
I don't want your sex,
I'm no lesbian, honey



(Ok, this one is not for real...obviously...but we were bored one day because of the snowstorm and I wrote this for Lauren.)