Me first Haiku!!

Hehehe, this is my very first haiku I've ever put on here. Well here goes:

Lies

Why unspoken truths?
And why forgotten white lies?
The answer is you.

People

They never seem to understand,
Or even try to reason.
They judge you and judge you,
When truly, you're innocent.

You can never even fathom,
Why they just won't listen.
They close their ears,
They close their hearts to you.

Your always wrong,
And they're always right.
As ironic as it seems
They can do whatever.

Konnichiwa bloggers!

(By the way that means 'Hello bloggers' in Japanese) Im Learning ^_^ lol.
Anywho, I'm going to post a couple of new poems on here. Just wrote them. Hope you all like them, if you don't well =P and booohoo for you

Just an Honest Mistake

That's right, go ahead and pretend,
That, that was certainly a pity kiss.
It wasn’t suppose to end,
Well at least, not like this,

While you are pretending,
You might as well say,
It was her you were defending,
And yet you made her pay.

It was like you used her,
Only you won’t admit,
That the events that occur,
Happen because you just won’t quit.

Now look what position you put her in,
Have you no shame?
She’s walking, living, and breathing sin
And she has you all to blame.

Go on and shake your head.
Go on and continue to fake.
After all it was just as you said,
“Just an honest mistake.”

Brain Storm!

Ello Bloggers! It's been awhile, hasn't it? Well anywho, guess what? (That's a rhetorical question just in case your wondering ^_^ ) I wrote another poem! Aye, laddies, this one is a great one it is! But eh, no crying, and uh no booing if you please...hehe Thank You for your time!
Drum roll pretty please!! (metaphoric drum roll...)

My latest poem "Just an Honest Mistake" :)

A Random Thought...

Wello bloggers and bloggies. Today is July 4. Yesh. Today is Independence Day. And you know what reminds me the MOST of Independence?? FLYING!!!!!
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! (having THE moment) "PEEEETER I'm FLYING, I'm Flying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Click Your Heels together three times child and say "There's No Place Like Home..."
"GOOOOO Willy!! YOUR FREE!!!!"
"And to The Republic for which it stands...From Sea to Shining Sea!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


Ahem. Sorry about that. That concludes today's Ransom thought.

Thank You and tune in next time for ANOTHER random thought!

Bitter Sweet

When my pen is to a page,

I feel so at peace.

I’m finally at the stage,

When time seems to freeze.

Thoughts surround me

And I just let my imagination go,

The words just feel so right,

They all seem to flow.

My pen and my page,

They seem to know where to meet,

But I’m afraid it’s getting late,

And my dreams begin to taste bittersweet.

The Future

I’m chasing yesterday dreams,

To achieve the goal’s of tomorrow,

I won’t let fear catch hold of me

Nor let doom bring me sorrow.

I’ll fly toward to my recent past

It’s all clear to me,

I’m looking forward to reaching success,

And setting my ambitions free!

I just close my eyes,

Cross my fingers and hum

A little tune meant for me,

“My future is yet to come!”

Ah Ha! I Have It!!

Oh MY GOSH! Hold that thought bloggers. I just had an epiphany!! The answer to all!!
ITS ALL MAKES SENSE! THE ANSWER IS--Wait if I tell you, you've gots to pinkie promise not to tell anyone else okies?

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Ok the answer is...KITTIES!!
The meaning of life you ask? KITTIES
2+2? KITTIES!
The Polar opposite of north? KITTIES!
Red mixed with blue? KITTIES--well technically purple...

Attention Pleazze..

Ahem. I have an announcement to make: I HAVE WRITTERS BLOCK--AGAIN!
Yesh it's true I can't think of a single thing to write about today bloggers... I bet you all are very disappointed in me.I know, I'm disappointed in meself too. So I'm going to go crawl in that corner over there and snuggle with my stuffed pig Pierre la Porc. (That's French for Pig ^^ lol Pierre the Pig lol) So farewell fellow bloggers, Au revoir, until we meet again...

Cool Beans!

Ellllloooooooo bloggers and bloggies! check out my new template! Awesome huh? I just thought I'd like this blog to look as colorful as possible ^^ well be expecting the unexpected next ladies and gents because next up could be a pic, a poem, a bizarre story...or a completly random thought...

A Random Thought...

Ahem. Ello Fellow bloggers and bloggies. Here is the random thought for for today:
HelloGoodbye ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
And that concludes today's Random Thought. Thank You and tune in next time for another wonderful random thought ^_^

Shout Out!

Ello! I'd like to give a shout out to my dear mate Ms. Karen from the TP Library!! If Your reading this now Ms. Karen, I'd just like to say thanks for all you've done for me and all that good stuff ^_^ You're ace! Well Pip pip Cherios (they're delish!) !!!

No Regrets

Second thoughts, not anymore.

I’m Allergic to your lies,

Immune to your promises.

Broken promises…

Fighting the possibilities,

“There’s got to be more than this.”

Just rewinding and fast fording.

Rewinding and fast fording…

Minds made up,

Guess there’s no turning back,

No more wallowing in self pity.

It’s time for change…

Fading away,

Couldn’t care less

What’s done is done

I’m having no regrets…

GREETINGS...

Ello once again fellow bloggers and bloggies. Summer Vacation so far for me has been pretty much summed into one word: INCREDIBLY TOTALLY UNBELIEVABLY SUCKTACULAR--ok so maybe not ONE word. I was just brooding over how all my mates are enjoying their summers and having the time of their lives while I am not. Well BLEH, BLEH, BLEH, BLEEEEEH! Hehehe. Sorry about that. Well here's a poem that I was working on yesterday. It's called "No Regrets" it's pretty deep--but hey, what can I say, I'm a pretty deep person ^^

My Life

A world of changes,

A walk through time,

A complex life

And you were mine.

Making wishes,

Till the crack of dawn,

“You don’t know what you got

‘Til it’s gone.”

Hearts broken,

Morals learned,

Truth’s spoken,

Lies that burned.

Holding on tight,

Staying strong when times get tough,

Reminiscing the past,

When saying ‘sorry’ wasn’t enough.

One day at a time,

Getting through pain and strife,

Here’s a little thing

I’d like to call my life.

Umbrella

The sky began to cry,

And reluctantly I

Take out my umbrella.

The droplets of rain feel bitter sweet,

The wet, squishy grass beneath my feet

The rain tastes of cold vanilla.

The world around me seems to freeze,

And surrounding me is just a breeze

Suddenly I feel like Cinderella.

Outside, just tranquility and peace,

Unnecessary thoughts begin to cease

As I lay with my umbrella.

All there’s left is simply laughter,

Drop by drop, after and after

I no longer need my umbrella.

Sometimes

Sometimes it’s alright to scream,

To shout,

To shed a tear or two,

Sometimes it’s necessary to dream,

To doubt,

To know if someone loves you.

Sometimes it’s better to think before decisions are made,

Sometimes it’s better to stumble,

To fall, or to be afraid.

Sometimes it’s easier to tell a lie or two,

Sometimes it’s easier to cry and cry

When you don’t know what to do.

Sometimes it’s difficult to admit you were wrong

And to swallow your pride,

Sometimes it gets difficult to keep the secrets you hide.

Sometimes you just got to let go

Sit back, and let faith decide,

Sometimes you got to keep trying

Even when you’ve already tried.

Rose

A petal. A stem. A thorn,

Sits a red rose forlorn.

Its beauty not seen.

It droops its head in disgrace,

To cover up shame shown on its face.

Its beauty not seen.

Slowly the rose begins to wilt

No longer able to live with its guilt.

Its beauty not seen.

So here lies the rose,

Its path it chose,

Because its beauty was not seen.

If it chose to live,

What a gift it would give,

A red beauty in green.

In Love With a Memory

Letters didn’t explain, Photos weren’t enough, Crying couldn’t even fathom, That I missed you so much.

Remembering an indescribable past,
And how your clothes smell just like you,
Trying to get past the fact,
That I can’t forget all the things that you’d do.

Hidden beneath your eyes
There always was a soul,
When my heart was in pieces,
Your love made me whole.

Now there’s nothing left to say,
Now that you’re no longer here with me,
And I’m just scared to say,
I’m in love with a memory.

I'm From Lonely Lane (edited)

I’m from Lonely Lane,

Oak trees and the sun that is leaving;

The critters that pass me every Sunday evening.

I’m from solemn memories from the past,

From mountains of dishes in the sink to last.

From trash and bottles all over the street,

From fewer and fewer people I meet.

I’m from yelling and scolding.

From tons of laundry folding.

From hurting and aching,

A heart that could never stop breaking.

I’m from “Get out!” “Leave me alone!”

And “there’s nothing left to say”.

The empty house that haunts me,

All through out the day.

I’m from lying and cheating,

From lots of deceiving.

From regretting and grieving…

I’m from Lonely Lane and I guess I’m never leaving.

I'm Sorry

I’m sorry that I lie; I don’t know why I do it,
Maybe because I’m insecure, but I just never really knew it.

I’m sorry that I don’t the things that I know that I should,
If only I could go back in time, if only I could…
I would erase the moments I spent not even trying, yes, I would.

We all make mistakes.
Making mistakes is what we do,
Nobody's perfect; I know I’m not.
I learn from my mistakes, and move on too.

I’m sorry that I hurt you, as much as you hurt me,
Forgiveness was always there, I was just too blind to see.
Revenge didn’t solve anything, always came back around,
Like cruel karma, it went up, then went down.

They say, “when life hands you lemons, make lemonade”,
I knew that it meant to make due with what I had,
I was just too afraid.

Beneath all this hate and pain,
Sits a truth unfold,
Beneath all this anger,
Is a girl with a story untold.

So I’m sorry that you didn’t understand,
When I meant what I meant,
I’m sorry that you didn’t feel
How I felt, when I felt

I’m sorry…ok?

Every Part of You

What do I see when I look at you?
Beyond your charm and looks,
Gazing at you is a dream come true,
A happy ending like the ones in books.

Through you eyes I see a life,
Full of struggle all through out a day,
Through your eyes, there’re tears and strife
And hurt that won’t seem to ease away.

When you smile, fear and pain,
Just all seem to melt,
When you smile, all I gain:
A feeling I’ve never felt.

Your hugs are priceless, every single one,
They make me feel OK,
So I thank every part of you for what you’ve done,
Now my world will never fray.

Geez...

Ello fellow Bloggers!! Tis' been a while hasn't it? Yup. Alot has happened lately--alot. My gosh time flies so fast it's unbelievable. School year almost over. My gosh, they nearly murdered us with homework, projects and assignments this year!!! And you know what else? Doesn't Homework kill TREES???!!! WE SHOULD PUT AN END TO THIS MADNESS--kidding ^.^ well now that I have fewer and fewer assignments and I will be bored this summer, I'll be spending alot of my time on here. That being said, I can now upload alot of my old, and recent poems on here that I never had the chance to do! Yay! I feel so giddy I could...I could...I don't know. What could I do? Hmmm...well any who, I'm gonna grab myself a Poptart, see you all pretty soon!

I'm From Memory Road

I’m From Memory Road, Sad thoughts that roam in my head; The harsh words I can’t forget that she said.

I'm from regretted actions from part of my past,

From wishing to start over because

"Life went by so fast."

I’m from unspeakable actions Because she refused to move on,

From frequently crying all day long…

I’m from short—yet happy times That eventually led to pain, From running away from problems And never feeling the same.

I’m from “Go away!” “Why won’t you ever love me!” and simply “Leave.” From shouting and hearing things You wouldn’t believe.

From kissing to hugging,
From pestering and bugging,
From ignoring and shunning…

I’m From Memory Road and that’s where I’ll keep on running.

My Place of Love

I have this place, this one place.

Those short-skirted, always busy chatty, and talkative sisters.

"Did you take my shirt with out asking?!", "Where is my nail polish!",

"Would you please get out of the bathroom?!".

There are annoying, pestering brothers.

"Can you help me with my homework??",

"Do you wanna play Kingdom Hearts with me?", "Guess what? Daddy's taking me to McDonald's again!"

And there are those nagging, exasperating parents.

"Did you finish your homework?", "Go clean your room right now young lady!",

"We're doing this for your own good."

As years go by, this place increases with colorful new faces, from different races,

sex, and religions. In short, tall, fat, and small sizes.



Halloween means lots of wishing to go trick-or-treating,
but always get the same
"you're too old for trick-or-treating", or
"it's too dangerous to go trick-or-treating in this neighborhood."
Instead all types of candies and goods come home with you from school.

Thanksgiving means of course lots of shouting across the table.
"Pass the mash potatoes!"
"Pass the turkey!" "May I please have some peas?"
Steaming , hot, mouth-watering food is passed back and forth.
Hot apple pie, and Pumpkin pie is for desert.
Afterwards is a fun and exciting movie.

Christmas means lots of celebrating !
Celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ.
Go to church. It's a long, but enjoyable service.
Get home and open presents!
Boxes and packages of colorful, heavy, light, small and big presents are passed. "I wonder what's in this one?" "Omigosh! look at what daddy bought for me!" "This is just what I wanted! thanks mom!"

Funerals mean sadness and grief that's spread around like a dark blanket.
The cold, hard coffin stares back at me.
People dressed in different shades of red.
Burgundy, violet red, and magenta.
Red, you see, was her favorite color.
A wave of cold silence and sadness comes over me...

My place is nowhere located on a map or globe.
It's not exactly always filled with
"sunshine, butterflies and rainbows."
But it's not exactly a lonely deserted place.
No. This place is never empty. Never.
It's huge , warm and open to those who are kind.
This place is covered with ribbons of red to represent love and pain.
It's also covered with billions of blue sparkles and stars to show how many times I've ever laughed.

My place is of course not visible to the human eye.
Only God, Jesus and I could ever see it.
Sometimes I'm afraid to let others into this place, for fear that they just might hurt me.

This place is right across from my hopes and it's down the street from my dreams. It means the World to me.
Before She left, She said that she'll always be in this place.

This wonderful place is my heart. <3

My Mother by ME :D

I have this person

And I lover her so,

She teaches me things

That I'd never know.

I try to treat her with respect and care,

And I wouldn't raise

My voice to her,

I wouldn't dare.

When I am sad

She makes me feel at home,

And let's me know

That I'm not alone.

When I do something wrong

Or didn't mean to do,

She always forgives me

And says "I love you."

She carried me for nine months

And still supports me now,

And I know that in my heart she'll never let me down.

Now today my life is filled with joy and success,

All thanks to my mom

Who I think is the best!

Life by Ann Schultz

A star above, a moon aglow,
An April rain, A December snow,
A bursting bud, a rose in bloom,
A breaking dawn, a harvest moon...

A happy smile, perhaps a tear,
The longest mile, the shortest year,
A butterfly, a bird in flight,
A happy day, a lonely night...

A cotton cloud, a sky of blue,
A gentle touch, a dream come true,
To reach success, and know we're blessed--
It's all this that makes life the best.

Sometimes

Sometimes It's alright to scream; to shout; to shed a tear or two,
Sometimes It's necessary to dream, to doubt or to know that someone loves you.


Sometimes it's better to think, before decisions are made,
Sometimes it's better to stumble; to fall or to be afraid.


Sometimes it's easier to tell a lie or two,
Sometimes it's easier to cry and cry when you don't know what to do.


Sometimes it's difficult to admit you were wrong and swallow your pride,
Sometimes it's difficult to keep secrets that you hide.


Sometimes you just got to let go and let God do what He has to do,
Sometimes you got to believe in yourself, and you'll manage to make it through. :)

Dear blog readers...

I've written a new poem! I know that before I had writers block, but now Im back with great new poem. Some things in this poem that even YOU might relate to. It's based on how Ive been feeling for two days ---kinda depressed, sad, overwhelmed etc.... So anyway with out further adieu I give you my latest Poem : Sometimes