Poetry is one of my biggest interest, besides gymnastics. It always brightens my mood and it makes me feel like I am free from the world. Some examples of my poems are below.
Most of my poetry has to do with my own personal experiences. Many have to do with me wanting to "escape reality" and join fandoms of TV shows or movies. (I'm sorry if you don't understand the references)
Most of my poetry has to do with my own personal experiences. Many have to do with me wanting to "escape reality" and join fandoms of TV shows or movies. (I'm sorry if you don't understand the references)
Life is like a rose
Life is like a rose
the bad times are the prickly thrones
piercing into your hand
but the good times are a billion petals on the rose
crowed yet comfortable
and completely beautiful
life is like the beautiful rose
in your back yard
Life is like a rose
the bad times are the prickly thrones
piercing into your hand
but the good times are a billion petals on the rose
crowed yet comfortable
and completely beautiful
life is like the beautiful rose
in your back yard
The Shy Girl
as the lights dim and a girl stands center stage a boo comes from the back but she doesn't care she breaths deeply as people try to figure out who she was then she says to whom ever listens I am the person in the chair and no one seems to care that I sit here alone and no one comes to see. see if I'm okay ask if I need a friend even if I'm crying I will just smile and say thank you Thank you for coming thank you for asking that you for caring thank you for wondering because I am always alone and no one asks if I'm happy or sad or angry or in pain just come and save me save me from myself save me from sorrow save me from pain save me from me thank you for coming thank you for caring thank you for trying from me as the curtin calls and whispers erupt and pages turn the name gets called louder and louder her name gets cheered and she smiles because there are people for her and they know who she is. |
Reality
I can't face reality I can't look it in the eye it's just pounding and pounding and its slowly killing me inside The thought of it just makes my cry I'm trying to conquer it and I just wanna hide Stuff is happening and it hurts me too much I can't face reality I can't look it in the eye I stumble into fantasies and wonder if TV shows are true and if people are really taller than six foot two I keep getting punched in the gut by a man of blue as in pain and suffering from his reality too Reality it looking down at me but I can't face it in the eyes only because it's killing me inside Escape Reality
escaping reality is what I intend to do even when I'm trapped in Hell I can escape reality too As you can see I have a talent and its only used by me even though it probably not meant to be those worst days of mine aren't hard to see but it is in that time I can escape reality To escape something so prominent in lives means I can go hunting or even join Hive because the fantasies they over power my realities I might suit up or even join the internet support group or pretend I have psychic powers and solve crime with them too Maybe I'll join Rory at the Stars Hollow Gazette or play games with youtubers If I'm ever spaced out it maybe because I'm gone by escaping reality through my many fantasies |