My Random Journal of Thoughts

~Poems~

~Poems~

So we're doing a poetry unit in my English class, and I wanted to post some of my poems. Some of them are free verse, others are metaphors, etc. They're my rough drafts, so don't go correcting me with grammar all over the place. XD

Paintings

A cryptic message on an easel, a oily splash

Awe, confusion, puzzlement, happiness

A rainbow of colors, which will I chose?

Frustrated scribbles raking through the work

Paint on my sweater, annoyance, then relaxed

Tiny droplets of rain, then a brilliant radiant yellow sun

Sweat on my forehead, frustration

Better wipe it away... proud.

Thorns

Thorns can prick, thorns can bite

But what else can they be?

A protector of rabbits, nestled through the bushes at night

Feeling warm

And safe

Thorns can prick, thorns can bite

But what else can they be?

A pretty rose, blooming from it's stem

Where the thorns lay with a sinister yet beautiful

Glare, being the nurturing mother they are

Thorns can prick, thorns can bite

But what else can they be?

A letter unknown from olden times*, creating new words

*A thorn a letter that was supposed to be added to the English language, but was decided not. It is with an a and an e together, like this: ae except smushed together.

(This is @yoonknows she means "æ". @cannedpumpkin1222 really!?)

( @yoonknows I was too lazy to go to Google Translate, sheesh.)

Dreams

Dreams are the portal to your imagination

Dreams are a mystery never solved, memories passing through your mind in a flash

Dreams are clouds, they linger for a while, then pass away into nothing

Dreams are the dark part of your soul, wanting to escape into words and pictures that are trapped inside of you

Dreams are a song, a melodious burst of creativity, although you can never remember the lyrics

Dreams are a gift; you never know what's inside until you tear off the many layers of wrapping paper and reveal the present...

I Remember

I remember when I drew a misshapen scribble of Bugs Bunny on my coloring book. I didn't really like to color inside the lines.

I remember having a strange recurring dream in my old black BMW car, me being strapped into my slightly stained car seat with the red buckle, and then the car starts driving on its own.

I remember my grandma's house during a storm. The house was on stilts because it was by a bay and it usually floods, and it occasionally had storms pass by. The house creaked back and forth while I tried to sleep. It kind of felt like a rocking chair, and it was sort of unnerving, but at the same time helping me drift off to sleep.

I remember a Christmas party where I spilled disgusting bright pink nail polish all over my mom's bathroom drawers. There's still a permanent stain.

I remember sitting on my kitchen's wooden floor, eating a cheese stick, watching the sunlight filter through the golden curtains and just feeling happy.

I remember perching on a tiled ledge in my elementary school bathroom, staring at the dripping leaky faucet, watching the droplets fall with a thick looking splash on the ceramic bowl.

I remember running across a field with Willa and a kite, it billowing behind me and swooping up and down in the wind. The tall yellow and green grass scratched my bare legs because I was wearing a fancy skirt, but I didn't care.

I remember crawling behind my dark blue rocking chair in my room, and finding among the things that had dropped back there, my stuffed elephant that I had cherished when I was little. I immediately picked her up and just held and hugged her for a little while.

I remember holding my tiny, squirmy, golden puppy, later to be known as Lily once we decided on her name.

The Forest

The trees are swaying giants, proudly showing off their broad green leaves

The ground is a garden, creating a palette of lush green landscape

The stream is an avalanche of water, never stopping to say hello

The rocks are lazy sloths, never wanting to move from their spots

The bears are burglars, stealing the sticky golden jewels from the bees

The deer are ballet dancers, gracefully gliding over the many logs and underbrush

The squirrels are hoarders, always looking out for the newest acorn to add to their collection

The wolves are the only cloud in the sky, lonesome and solemn

The sun is a lamp, giving light behind the lampshade of the trees

Sooooooo... did you like it? Anything I can improve on? Anything you liked? Post comments if you want...