I am going to collect all of your secrets and redistribute them. With another person's secret, write a poem telling the story of that secret as if it were your own and addressing what you think about it. Play with form and structure. Remember, think about word choice and descriptions. Paint a picture in your reader's head.
If you are stuck, you could even look back at the secret as if you were older and wiser.
Good luck and be creative!
My heart yearns for a certain someone
ReplyDeleteShe makes my heart feel like a ton
The ground leaves my feet
At my heart you do eat
And I know that you are probably the one
Today I must work up the strength
I am going to ask you out on a date
Please don't say no
You’ve got me aglow
This girl 5 stars I would rate
There is a secret fear inside me
ReplyDeleteThat I dare not let anyone see
When I go to speak to the class
Or to people of a large mass
I shiver, shake, and quake
I think my body might break
I nervously start to think
“I wish that I could shrink
And go away from here
Or just disappear”
But fate, it seems, would have me speak
Even though the crowds make me squeak
Christopher Robin
ReplyDeleteI have a crush on his face
What a poor Pooh bear
Charming
Hoping
Realistic
Is a friend with Pooh
Smart (he can read)
Tigger likes him
On the tree, he visits
Pale
Eeyore is a friend
Roo is another friend
Reads to Pooh
Owl is his smart friend
Been left out of the movies
Is in the Hundred Acre Woods for extended time periods
Never complains
I have a deep dark secret
ReplyDeleteI don’t want you to know,
I was in love with Arthur,
From that TV show,
I loved that daring aardvark,
His big brown glasses and all,
Even his dog pal,
Inhabits a picture on my wall,
That sexy yellow shirt,
Red hot shoes as well,
Just the thought,
Made my heart swell,
Though I thought he was the one,
Alas we could never marry,
That beautiful aardvark,
was way too hairy.
There is a Ghost upon us
ReplyDeleteQuite whispers in the dark
Reveal to me what has come to be
There is an old sprit in my house
But it is not one that a person can see
It moves quick and fast
In the night it goes about
I am the only one who believes
And when it creeps I want to shout
Everyone around me does not want to admit
The ghost is around just be quite
It’ll never come out
If someone is starting a riot
The ghost is scary
But I will never fret
It does not even faze me
I will never fear a ghost named Bret
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ReplyDeleteI would sit in a room, filled with people.
ReplyDeletePeople who passed by and by.
I would sit in this room, with a ceiling high as a steeple.
But never noticed them, at least, I tried.
She would sit next to me, passing the hour.
An hour that ran on forever.
She would sit there all quiet , while I was to glower
And moan of my endeavors.
I did not know her that was true
But I had every reason to hate her
Her smile, her laugh, even her shampoo
Made me want to crawl out of my skin and transfer
But one day, she broke the ice
Started making small talk.
She understood me, exactly, precise
Even though I could barley manage a squawk.
This girl that I hardly knew, soon became my closest mate
We live, breathe and talk as one
Because we share the common trait
Of laughing are heads off in the sun.
Savannah’s beauty is something I must confess
ReplyDeleteThese feelings that I have for her I cannot suppress
Her hair like golden locks
Eyes like green emeralds dipped in clean water
Her stare electrocutes me with a million watts
My heart will burst it is starting to clot!
Her skin glows like the sun
Her lips are blood red
They way she looks is hurting my head
I am breathing too fast, her beauty is too much
I must tell someone my love but wait!
Will she slip out of my clutch?
What will SHE think?
I decided I would wait
And wait some more
Until I could possibly love her no more
Promise not to spill the beans,
ReplyDeleteAnd never say a word,
I’ll tell you straight and by all means,
I’ll never be absurd.
There is a secret I must leak
You mustn’t think me lame
For if I tell and others speak
I’ve only you to blame.
So here’s the fact that I must share:
I think I’ve caught the fever
It’s Justin Bieber, and his hair
He’s made me a believer.
It’s how he walks
It’s how he talks
A voice that won’t compare
His teeth so white
With eyes so bright
And have I mentioned his hair?
I can’t contain that which I feel
I love him, it’s insane
But if you share and do reveal
I’ll make you taste my pain.
Now gone was my hair
ReplyDeleteMy scalp felt so bare
To the front of Great Clips I walked
While my mom talked and talked
About how to pay the cashier Nick
It was then I saw the Chapstick
My lips felt so dry!
I thought I was going to cry
I really needed that Chapstick
Just to put some on my lips real quick
I figured they were free
So I picked one up with glee!
My lips felt so much better
But I had no idea that I was a debtor
I thought the Chapstick was free
But they really cost dollars three!
I had no money with me
I spent it all on my tea
What was I to do?
I couldn’t return my brew
My mom couldn’t know I stole
All I would get next Christmas is coal
So I walked out of the store
I went straight through the door
That I broke the law, I tried to forget
I didn’t even tell my pet
But even now I remember it clearly
That I shoplifted most severely!
There is something I tell no one
ReplyDeleteA secret I keep inside
I lock it away and hide it
With no one will I confide
It originated from my past
And there it will always stay
If I ever went back to it
History would replay
But now I want to tell my secret
I will come clean and true
The secret I hold dear
Is that to manners I said adieu
Many old memories of tantrums
Making mud pies in the dirt
My easel was the wall
Parents were always on alert
I used to behave so poorly
Until one day I had found
That being bad is not good
This thought was quite profound
Now I listen to my teachers
I do what I am told
For if I have an evil thought
Everyone I know will scold
I’ve got a secret
ReplyDeleteThere was something no one knew
In a vault that I kept shut
Until that fateful day
When someone got a paper cut
I started feeling woozy
Dizzy and unsure
The ground came up to meet me
I faced what I couldn’t endure
I saw my life flash before me
And heard a heavy thud
My body hit the floor
At the sight of blood
There is another thing that scares me
And has the same reaction
If someone pulls a needle out
I’ll need to find a distraction
Now there is something I know
I will never lift this curse
So that when I grow up
I won’t ever be a nurse
My brother came down the stairs one morning
ReplyDeleteI could barely suppress my laughter,
For the previous night I did something terrible
because of the revenge I was after.
He attacked me first, I swear!
Right now I don’t recall,
But last night I chopped off some of his hair
In the black of his room I ceaselessly maul.
The door squeaked open
I slid through the crack,
I tripped on his dumbbells
And came down with a smack!
He did not budge
But only snored
I continued my mission
For getting caught, I could not afford.
I slinked across the cluttered floor:
An army man in the jungle
I hit my head against the bed,
But my brother didn’t rumble.
At last I crept up near his head
Almost done just do it now!
I thought inside my mind.
Scissors poised at his curly head
Slowly coming down,
I snipped and clipped to my heart’s content
I bet he’ll look like a clown!
Then off to bed I happily skipped,
And slept like a baby with warm milk sipped.
For tomorrow my brother’s perfect hair would be chipped.
And he would be totally miffed.
When he came down that fateful morning,
A burst of laughter I was expecting…
Or a scream and a cry,
Maybe a punishment for tonight…
But my family went on without even inspecting.
I had gotten away with my evil crime,
Maybe next time I’ll cover him in slime!
I see the crowd stare up at me
ReplyDeleteI scream inside, I want to flee
My line my line Oh what is my line?
The stage is silent, a baby whines
It seems like hours have past
And time passes at a rate that is not fast
The whole room waits
I feel like I might faint
The words are stuck in my mouth
This play is going south
And we all know it is my fault
That everyone’s hard work is coming to a halt
I am frozen in place
A scared look on my face
This fear is not very might
I have stage fright
I repeated the second grade,
ReplyDeleteBecause I skipped first,
For a year, with the older kids I played,
Until my immaturity made them want to burst.
Now I’m back with kids my age,
Sophomores are annoying anyway
So there’s no reason to be in a rage
For my story was a unique one, daresay
The wind, the sun, the feel of the rock beneath my fingers
ReplyDeleteWhat a thrill it is to feel so free
I am like a lizard, skillfully making my way up the Canyon wall never faltering in my movements, always ready for the next step
Eldorado Canyon, how perfect the name suits
The golden rock, the peaceful valley below keeping me content
I am almost in a trance as I climb, as I leave my worries behind down below
When I reach the top, it is an amazing feeling of bliss and success
I breathe in the clean summer air as I glance around the canyon
I mourn the time when I will descend back to reality, but for now, I enjoy my perfect moment of peace
I used to be so big
ReplyDeleteEveryone looked up at me
I was proud and strong
Better than anyone could be
Also small
Innocent and fragile
Knowing very little
But I remember feeling
Like I was on top
Of the world
A giant
In my own mind
I have a secret
ReplyDeleteReally foolish I suppose
Much less embarrassing than anything involving a nose
I know it doesn’t matter
Doesn't affect my decency
But in my heart I never let it go with certain consistency
It’s nothing to be ashamed of
The people there really aren't that bad
It only gets a bad name because most people didn't realize someone was an evil scum pad
But I suppose I must come out and say it
Although I really don’t want to
The truth must come out, and this is certainly true
I can’t avoid itjMy secret, really not that appalling,
It wouldn’t send anyone bawling.
Everyone has their mistakes, like the Hall of Tammany,
I was really born in Germany.
I don't think it was on purpose,
ReplyDeleteI really don't think it was.
She said it was an accident,
My mom feels bad she does.
When I was a baby,
something bad hit.
I guess it made me cry,
but only a little bit.
My mom, she was holding me
giving me a little love.
But then suddenly it happened,
my brother gave her a shove.
She tripped over a chair,
and that's when my brother fled.
The next thing you know,
I had been dropped on my head.
Some say it affects me,
but my Mom says I'm fine.
But I guess she only says that,
after she's had a glass of wine.
Blue, Green, Hazel, Brown
ReplyDeleteStare at me as I stare down
Walking down the dreaded halls
As my friends shout and call
Many stare straight ahead
With their colors showing anything but dread
As I look up to see where to go
My colors show and I think “Oh no!”
For my colors have always been unsatisfactory
I wish I could have new colors made in a factory
My colors, my eyes stare down
And I start to frown
Different colored eyes are always a birthday wish
I always wish before I eat my birthday dish
But no matter how hard I try
The colors of my eyes will never lie
For my colors are sometimes thought of as appalling
And sometimes I start balling
I sometimes wish I had different colored eyes
Because right now I can never get any guys
A secret I have, a secret indeed,
ReplyDeleteDon’t let it get out, for there is no need
I’ll tell you, but you alone
Don’t let it be know
For this secret is mine, so let it be kept and never freed.
Every time I am working hard to make a meal
I always pretend I’m giving a shpeal
Like Martha, Rachel, Emeril, and Julia too
Come watch as I teach you to make a chicken stew
Oh how I’d love my own show, I could teach how to cut, chop, and peal.
I like comic books and I’m a girl
ReplyDeleteHulking out but I rock my curls
Screw chapter books, make me read that Ill hurl
I do crimes with the Joker yet dad still calls me his pearl
Boys think that we like to read about Edward and Jake
Not me, no I want to see a secret fort in a lake
Checking out Spidey as I’m baking my cake
Comics all the way, you got a special 99 edition I can take?
Iron man punched a crook in the face
As I read it my heart slowed a pace
I’m a girl and I want to see a bad guy hit with a mace
I thought, “Put that sucker in his place”
So don’t expect me to read that Twilight sap
I want to see comic books on the map
I don’t care if I’m a girl, I want to see Cap
Captain America that is throwing Nazi’s in a trap
Followed…
ReplyDeleteThat summer night I journeyed home,
Amidst the bitter chill,
I thought I heard a footstep fall,
Behind me on the hill.
I turned to look who followed me,
But nothing caught my gaze.
I looked all over, to the earth, the sea,
And to the blackened haze.
With fright now holding my heart aloft,
I quickened up my pace.
I wanted to get out that night,
Out of that eerie place.
But with every step my own feet took,
Another followed there.
I turned again to face my foe,
But saw only nighttime air.
My fright was high, my soul now feared,
For what pursued me late that eve.
With one last hope I sprinted home;
The light my fears relieved.
I shut the door, I locked it quick.
I would not let them in.
But all I saw on the bitter street,
Was a paper in the wind.
My fears relieved, I turned around.
I was in nobody’s sight.
But with a thunderous crash the door flew wide,
Revealing the empty night.
I’ve never revealed this dreadful dusk,
To not a soul have I,
Nor will I say what happened next,
Beneath that darkened sky.
Amidst the many rooms in my house,
ReplyDeleteSat my sister, silent as a mouse.
In her room for the fourth hour,
Was my sister looking quite sour.
As she wondered when she would be let out,
I began thinking of the perfect plot.
She had a face with a malcontent pout,
As I prepared my one shot.
As she neared her fifth hour,
I donned my costume of great power.
With my nose and moustache upon my face,
I prepared to jump into her place.
As the bell chimed I opened the door,
And pranced about her room as if it was a dance floor.
As she screamed at the top of her lungs,
I laughed so hard I bit my tongue.
“You jerk!!” she screamed,
As I laughed so hard I nearly burst at the seams.
And that is the story,it's completely true,
Of me locking up my sister, Sue.
My name is Nellie Nimper Nale
ReplyDeleteAnd I was born with a tail
My coat is furry and blue
With stripes and polka dots too
I hop around town
And sometimes I frown
For I am the only one
With a tail for fun
And people stare at me so
My momma says that’s quite low
I try hid my secret appendage
By making clothing of a different assemblage
But one day I came across
A man eating mustard sauce
He looked at me and said
Why so sad little one, are you not a thoroughbred
No, no I’m not, I said with a mope
He replied don’t worry and gave me some hope
Now I’m proud to have my furry blue difference
And to the people that look at me and stare, I say good riddance
Perfectionist
ReplyDeleteWashington, Adams,
Jefferson and who?
Did Monroe come next?
Or Adams (number two)?
20th Century
Is easy for sure,
Roosevelt, Taft,
Wilson, and more.
But then…who came next?
I’m struggling now!
I’m under such pressure
My shoulders will bow.
My palms are slippery
My head pouring sweat,
Who were the presidents?
I must not forget!
Roosevelt, Truman,
And then Eisenhower,
Who came next?
Remember! Remember!
My head! How it aches
In such confusion,
My hands clenched so hard,
I’ll soon get a contusion.
Why, you may ask,
Do I torture myself?
Can you comprehend
The “Presidents’ Shelf?”
It’s a contest you see,
Ages 3 to 10,
Whoever knows the presidents,
Receives a free pen!
The prize is quite worthless,
I guess I agree.
But I must have this down!
It’s important to me.
I look almost the same as I did in preschool
ReplyDeleteBack then, I was kind of a fool
Then and now, my appearance is the same
But then some changes came
I lost my blonde hair
But people don’t seem to care
I am my own person now, so my hair color or look does not matter
You can live in the past or the present, and I choose the latter.
When I’m at school, there is something I always fear
ReplyDeleteSplitting my pants and others making a sneer
I’ve tried and tried but average jeans cannot hold the force
I think the solution is found, I must root out the problem at the source
The cause that’s to blame is my jeans are too small
The place where to fix this is at Southglenn Mall
More shorts and pants are for me in the making
For now and forever there will be no more breaking
Now there’s nothing to fear my pants will no longer split
Twice my pant’s have broke is something I admit
When class I don’t have to be cautious
Acting foolish in public makes me quiver and nauseous
The scales adorn their skin
ReplyDeleteTheir beating eyes glance at you
Desperate for food
As they smile
I begin to feel something
I don’t feel often
Fear.
And Only Fear.
For it is the most evil of them all
The Alligator
Almost as ugly as Crocs
Their grimace reminds me
Of the horror I felt
When I heard Justin Bieber
For the first time.
These malicious reptiles
Cause me
To fear Florida
Forever
For that is where
The vicious alligator gathers
To taunt me
To manipulate me
With their vicious eyes.
Ever since my little years,
ReplyDeleteI’ve always held someone dear.
I have always been a bold one,
Getting things done.
I’ve have been into kissing for quite some time,
I’m always in my prime.
However, one is never enough,
I will always admit he was hot stuff.
No age was ever too young,
And when I was dumped it stung,
But I was a persistent child,
And came back wild.
I now think back and laugh,
Good thing it was just the past!
If you tell anyone,
Your face will be undone.
Stephen Walker
Tennis, swimming, golf, gymnastics
ReplyDeleteAll appear in Special Olympics
Smiling, laughing, winning, success
All appear wail athletes progress
Training, working, playing, fun
All a gift, no matter who won
All coaches know they must not shirk
Supporting, timing, planning, work
All rewarding on the side
Teaching, helping, loving wide
All appear in Special Olympics
Skiing, football and athletics
I hear the clash of cymbals,
ReplyDeleteAnd I smile
They are the thunder,
In my storm of silence.
Every day the world hums
to the music that I make,
My sound is the center of the silent world;
I’m that good.
I am the conductor,
I translate the music on the page
To the music in the air.
Every day for a short while, I’m in my
Perfect little world.
I had a bad habit,
ReplyDeletelasting past the age of 3,
I loved to suck on pacifiers,
oh how they gave me glee
I wouldn't give them up
I couldn't stop my desires,
It was at that point
my parents patience tired
A deal was made,
a bargain of sorts,
I would give up the pacifier,
with compensation of course
A house made up of
pink plastic and fabulousity,
was purchased by my parents,
for Barbie and me
It was only then,
at that very time,
I could give up my pacifier
and still feel sublime
I have a secret I dare not say
ReplyDeleteIf I do share it will surely ruin my day
But I need to get it out
However others may have their doubts
It scares me everyday
And I know that I cannot runaway
In my garage
I fear an entourage
Of hobos and their friends
At any time of day
I try my hardest to stay away
But I feel their presence upon me
And I know I must flee
Every day my horror grows
And I can tell that it shows
I cannot escape these fears
Because their figures seem to draw near
Yet it tends to just be a mirage
That lurks in my garage
One day I hope to overcome this
So that I may live my life full of bliss
There once was a time when I did the thing,
ReplyDeleteThe thing I hate now,
More than any other thing,
I twirled,
And leaped,
And jumped,
And spun,
But I will never go back,
It was never any fun,
Dancing was wack,
With high expectations,
Too many costumes
And too many buttons,
So I quit,
Yes I did,
And I’ll never go back
A dark time in my life,
Let’s not talk about it,
Why don’t we move on?
And forget that I did it
I’ve got a little secret
ReplyDeleteI do not want to tell
It’s not about my dog named Fred
Or my brother who really smells
This secret is so secret
But I fear of what may come
If I tell my little secret
It will spread with a roaring hum
When I go to bed at night
After two years of grueling pain
I have to keep this object
To keep me from going insane
I wear it in my mouth
Even though it seems a little odd
It is worth a lot of money
But it keeps my mouth full shod
I can't hold in my secret
I don't want to be a complainer
But I have to tell my secret
I fear I have retainers
POKEMON!
ReplyDeleteThis secret I have, is eating out my insides,
I have to tell someone, if not, I might die!
It’s a secret that I share with many, many kids,
And probably lots of adults, or should I say “DID”
Pokémon, Pokémon,
Oh how I was obsessed with Pokémon!
Dark and steel, Fire and ice,
Grass, water, and bugs that fly!
Electric, psychic, and fighting ghosts,
Poison, dragon, am I done? Almost.
Rock and ground are the two still there
Also colors are what they wear,
One is left and it’s the easiest to say,
Normal’s here, and the rest away
They all have powers to dominate on top,
Without enough hit points, the Pokémon just drops.
The series I would watch day and night,
I would always see Pikachu’s intense fight!
Hour after hour I would play, play, play
And trade, evolve, and WIN!!!! I would say
Satoshi Tajiri, I have to tell you one thing
If you were to die………..I WOULD KILL MYSELF!!!!
GOTTA CATCH EM’ ALL!!!!
The end
P.S. Satoshi Tajiri is the creator of Pokémon
THE DARK
ReplyDeleteLooking back I was afraid of the dark,
I always felt that a person was watching.
The only thing that broke my spell was light.
While in the dark I lose my sight
This person there would touch my hand
Or maybe just a hard push like a brand
Mon or woman I didn’t care until creepily stoked my hair
This is crazy I know what you think
This is my secret at least I don’t stink
I have a secret I must confess,
ReplyDeleteThough I must protest,
It carries no shame,
I once took high aim at a chance of fame.
On the buzzer the gate swung open,
As if I were chosen,
The bull stormed and snorted,
However its attempts I thwarted.
With a tight grip,
I would never slip.
Trophies I won,
Littered my room, there were a ton.
Alas the rodeo I departed,
My dreams and reality parted,
Pride in my past and with my head held high,
“I was a rodeo star…” I would sigh.
P.S. This is my real poem not the first one.
It started with some screaming, my parents don’t understand
ReplyDeleteI tell them I am growing up but yet I am only ten
I had to get out, so through the door I ran
I ran through the park and past the school
It was starting to get dark and the shadows were coming out
The thunder crashed and lighting struck
I couldn’t do anything but sit and pout
It was a mistake leaving, my parents were right
But I couldn’t go back, it was a terrible fight
Now I was wet dripping from head to toe
I decided home I must go
I ran home but my parents were not there
I had started to think they did not care
I decided to call to see where they had gone
I guess they cared as they were out looking
When they got home I got lectured because I gave them a fright
I will never run again, I can’t stand to be out there all alone on a cold, dark stormy, night
Peanut butter is what makes the butterflies flutter and the bluebirds sing
ReplyDeleteFor reasons unknown even you can't stand the sight
For the sweet creamy substance is simply a treat that somehow makes you shrink
The mighty duo of the delectably cream and that magical jelly is the perfect delight
While everyone has their days so does pb and j
You simply can’t judge this snack without hearing what it has to say.
While the perfect mix is hard to find, the perfect butter is even harder
Your search for the perfect led your stomach to a pb that was bitter and without a marder
If you finally end your amazing quest
And separate the good and the bad from the rest
After you’ve tried to many to count,
Go and and give me a shout
Silver, sticky, shiny, and strong,
ReplyDeleteWith duct tape you can never go wrong,
I have a confession...it may be strange,
Though it is something i can not change,
Duct tape is my crazy obsession,
This secret causes me to feel regression,
In my opinion the sky is the limit,
But others don't seem to get it,
Purses, dresses, wallets, and backpacks,
Accessories, clothing, and even lunch sacks,
The sticky tape is so much fun,
It can be used by anyone!
Out of the womb, my small body did pop,
ReplyDeleteThroughout the room, all the jaws they did drop.
A voice said: “Her height what a crock!
She bears the I.Q. of rough igneous rock!”
They said I’d be short,
And punted for sport,
I’d get bullied and teased,
And my lunch money seized.
But I showed them, oh yes,
With my extra large dress,
And my size 20 shoes,
And the games I don’t lose.
But now I have a blood clot,
Live my life I will not,
And I must say good-bye,
To rest my massive man-thigh.
I modeled long ago
ReplyDeleteBut not anymore you see
It is now my bane, my curse, my woe
‘Cause I was robbed of all my glee.
It began with a pose a simple pose
Showing off my sculpted hand,
There were no cons just multiple pros
And with that I felt too grand.
So I modeled a ring
Clad with one large stone
A glorious thing
And my hand was its throne.
They then thought I should pose my nose
They wanted to model a tissue
I stuck out my nose, it looked like a rose
But to them it looked just like mildew.
I was about to run out
But they begged me to stay
Yet I was filled with doubt
Then they said, “Don’t run away.”
So I asked, “What next?”
They said, “Model these glasses.”
Not too complex,
But I still felt like molasses.
I posed my face, with the glasses upon it
Yet they said with haste “What is wrong with your face!”
I ran from there crying, feeling unfit
I came to a stop, and I lost all my grace.
That is the reason
I don’t model anymore
Their words are still treason
A secret this began, but now no more.
I used to be friends with a clown
ReplyDeleteHe cheered me whenever I was down.
He punched me in the face.
Then ran away from this place
And now when I see them, I frown.
Anytime my family goes to the tents
My body becomes all rigid and tense.
I'm scared of face-paint
It makes me want to faint
And clowns need to be behind a large fence.
Now clowns make me shiver and sulk
But really I just need to be the Hulk
To destroy them all
Make them all fall
But for that, I need some bulk.
Nope, that wasn’t me. That was a beached whale.
ReplyDeleteOh, how I hope there is no one home
I must disappear
Moving quickly across the hall
This is something no one should overhear
The water turns on
A soothing sound
Clarity washes over me and yet
The words in my head spin ‘round
I’d like to think sometimes
I’m where Madonna meets Coldplay
The lyrics just seem to flow
It’s a tad bit embarrassing to say
American Idol is a no-no
The only audience I’ve ever had
Is the porcelain bathtub
Not even my dad
Front door slams
Mom asks, “What was that noise?”
I respond, “Nothing,
Certainly not my voice…”
One day, oh what a fun day
ReplyDeleteI chose to play with the electricity
Shock shock spark spark
Boy this is more fun than playing in the park
Alas the fun could not last
Spark spark spark... then dark
Why is it dark I start to wonder
Could it be because of that small bit of thunder
What will they ask
What will I say
How will I mask
What I have done today
What happened my parents ask
I dunno I solemnly say
On this day I short-circuited my room while playing with electricity
Each night I escape to my downy bed,
ReplyDeletewith visions of a moon outside
but when midnight looms its weary presence
I find that I am working,
On my graveyard shift
In a galaxy far far away.
The black masked man calls for us
each night to oil the hatches
of the dark grey ball of metal
And each night, when to the steel i venture
My foot catches an unknown notch.
And in a moment I'm falling
Into the space
like diving into an endless pool,
never adjusting to the chill
And at last, the sleep, does end, with
Cold sweat and bated breath.
Until, the next night comes
I have a deep, dark secret
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It is the time to confess
Though I’m pulling out my hair
It is not a secret fear
I hope you are prepared
I am ashamed to admit
That this is not a game
I’m not who you are thinking
The secret is my name
"I love to watch wedding shows on TV."
ReplyDeleteI'm just like any teenage girl, my future's far away
But I often like to fantasize about my wedding day.
Say Yes to the Dress, Four Weddings, and BrideTV
Have always made me ponder what features would suit me.
The season, the place, the dress, the cake
Who all would be there, for goodness sake?
Bridesmaids, receptions, invites, seating-
It's so much to think about, a mental beating!
But in my own mind, everything is just right;
No mistakes, no regrets, and hopefully no fights.
Just one thing eludes my mind's wedding span:
Who could be the him, that one special man?
It's hard to find one who is husband material,
Yet I'm only a freshman- the whole idea is ethereal!
So for now I'll watch my wedding shows and happily dream
For the future is much closer than it may seem.
I have a secret that no one knows,
ReplyDeleteWhen music starts my body flows.
I want to be an interpretive dancer,
To the tune of “Beat It” I will answer.
As I step on stage with a plan in mind,
The rhythm begins and I start to grind.
I’m walking on air I’m Michael Jackson,
I’m waving my glove that’s glittery flaxen.
As I moonwalk across the stage,
The crowd erupts into a rampage.
A vibration reverberates around my face,
I awake to my brother blasting his bass.
" I had to go to counseling when I was young"
ReplyDeleteLike a bubble about to pop
A bomb about to drop
The emotions were slipping
With a timer that would not stop
My life was saying good-bye
With all of the tears in my eye
They bring up memories best forgotten
And make me want to shrink and cry
I needed help that would not fade
But to open up; I was afraid
Of being rejected and being a joke,
I just needed someone with a fix, a friendly band-aid
The only reason that I'm here today
Is that I sought comfort, which is OK
This experience has made me stronger
And for that, I whisper, Hooray
Many different smells fill the place
ReplyDeleteA busy feeling felt by all
People dart back and forth through open space
To be one of them, standing tall
To be the one that the customers call
Frying, sautéing, adding tasty spices
Using all my senses to makes a taste that entices
Discovering new flavors that tantalize
And having the ability to perfectly blend tastes
The very essence of my work defies
The purpose of being a cook,
Is to be great enough that your recipes are never overlooked!
I want to create these mouth-watering creations
While being watched by all my friends and acquaintances
I desire to let them experience these tasty sensations!
"I may have Narcolepsy."
ReplyDeleteI have no trouble falling asleep,
Even when I’m not tired,
It doesn’t always happen at night,
And darkness is not required.
It doesn’t matter if I’m standing up,
Or sitting down, it’s true.
The moment I feel a little bit sleepy,
I know exactly what will ensue.
I have an excuse to sleep in class,
And a reason for not getting my homework done,
I just say that it’s medical condition.
Sometimes Narcolepsy can be fun.
I saw a doctor a few days ago.
And today I got a call.
The tests came back, and he wasn’t sure,
But I may not have narcolepsy at all!
Darn! However, he still isn't sure.
I guess only time will tell.
I hope that he makes up his mind soon.
Hmph. Oh well.
Some people are scared of heights, clowns, or aardvarks
ReplyDeleteBut I am scared of a time of day
The black, evil dark
Every day it comes and attacks me
I scream, I freak, and I buckle at the knee
I run to the closet for my refuge
But then I notice the evil dark scrooge is in there too
I yell “Just go! Shoo!”
The dark does not understand and keeps its firm stand
Someday I will have to learn that the dark is just a thing
And give my fear the fling
When will this day be?
When I am 16, 25, or 63?
I am still secretly afraid of the dark today
But some day it will have to pay
When the beautiful light outshines its scary twin
My fear of the dark will be put in recycling bin
Where some other person, maybe even my kin,
Will find their true scare
I have a secret
ReplyDeleteThere is an escalating fear within me
A literal climbing fear
My bravery is drowning in a sea
Of an oscillating tier
Staircases turning round
No body can force me to approach
With my epic fear profound
I can already fell claustrophobia encroach
Falling Falling beyond the floor
Forces me to think
Will a regular staircase hurt more?
There is no way I will approach that winding brink
Playing Harry Potter,
ReplyDeleteTrying not to slaughter,
His mother or father,
But they lived in a mirror,
Which was quite queer,
But were really dead,
With much unsaid.
While mourning the loss,
Of an albatross, and
Dobby the gnome,
Who was buried, under a tombstone.
Magic and spells,
Voldemort drank unicorn blood,
Just to feel swell.
Learning to pretend,
Is tougher than said,
When you're a wizard,
And outside is a blizzard.
I know I’ll get that call someday
ReplyDeleteAll the time they are waiting for the perfect moment
When the FBI finally screams, “Hey!
What a perfect agent that we have been sent.”
I will train with the best
Maybe even take down some crime
Someday I might arrest
someone hiding in some slime
It might be dangerous, but I’m up for the task
All the bad guys will be begging for mercy
But when I mess up and lose the suspect’s mask
I might just have to blame it on my partner Percy
One of these days I will be an American hero
Medals will line my chest
Who knows, I might be famous as Robert Deniro
Although, it’s hard to top the best
My parents tell me to keep dreaming
I tell them I will
When I tell them I’m in the FBI they’ll be beaming
I hope that happens still
My friend told me a secret
ReplyDeleteAnd frankly, I was disturbed
Because when she goes to get her nails done,
The stylist ends up pictured
She says I do not want to forget
The looks upon their faces
But I look at her in a troubled way
And think of many mental cases
I laugh at the absurdity of it all
And ask her how she takes it
And really, I was not surprised
When she told me in secret
I think of how most people would react,
Especially those being photographed,
And decide to tell her it’s for the best,
Not to take those pictures, for her own behalf.
The sweet smell of flowers blooming
ReplyDeleteTickles their nose
Natures silence
Brings peace and tranquility
Backpacking through the woods
Creates new adventures
And new experiences
A different view of life
Where the only sounds come from
The babbling brook
The squirrels quarreling
The wind blowing through the trees
Peace, silence
Love of backpacking
I’ve got a secret
ReplyDeleteNot meant to be shared
But a penny for my thoughts
And I’ll tell anyone who cares
Peanut butter a temptation so rich
Is sinfully my most favorite dish
I love to put it on everything I eat
With pickles and pancakes it still tastes sweet
A secret this is so you’d better not tell
About my love struck peanut butter spell
I can’t begin to understand why peanut butter it is that I fancy
But I certainly enjoy it with my meals and all the other foods in my pantry
Sticky and messy
Ill eat when I’m dressed casual or dressy
Pickles, bananas, and mayonnaise you bet
Apples and French toast just part of the set
Hush now, you must keep quiet
For when my mother goes to find tub
I’m going to tell her its not good for her diet
When really I know it gone to my tummy
But I can’t help it; peanut butter with everything just tastes so yummy
Do you want to know something?
ReplyDeleteYou might think it strange
But I won’t do it differently
I’m not gunna change
I suffer from an odd condition
It is actually quite chronic
Some prefer to sing in theaters
I prefer a stage wet and aquatic
The shower
Is where I like to sing
‘Cause nobody
Can hear anything
But you can’t tell
You have to promise me this
You won’t tell a soul
Or your face will meet my fist