"As always I am disappointed..."
(Before she spoke, I knew she meant me.
Couldn't help but notice her stare. Slow,
Deliberate.
Everyone looked at me.)
"...For how long have you been in my class?"
('Great...' I can't help but shift in my seat,
Her great oppressive mass bearing down on me.
I'm not afraid,
Just annoyed and tired.
Killer headache.
'Leave me alone,' my thoughts get the better of
My eyes, that glow with rage at this bloody
Nasty sullen woman...)
"Organisation!
Perfect dictation...
Quiet at the back there!
Remember I am always right.
Seldom have I ever known, a
Troublesome child like you..."
(Understanding her i
No, I will not go with you, J. Alfred Prufrock.
You lied to me, titled your work misleadingly.
I didnt expect you to pleadingly
invite me to your pity party.
I expected to read of a love so hearty
that it merited one hundred and thirty-one lines of prose.
But no; I find that there is no love in this song.
Only the bemoaning of your fate
and nonsensical lyrics of self-loathing hate.
For one who frets over the state of his looks,
you insert yourself into classic books,
and compare yourself to the heroes of old.
But are not their equal, no; and yet I cant deny
you possess a mad brilliance of your own,
a logical insanity
Mending Shattered Glass by Dani-the-Naiad, literature
Literature
Mending Shattered Glass
I wish I could go back and explain.
You never were as ugly as you thought you were.
I wish I could change what happened.
But what was, was.
And there's no changing that.
All I can do now is let you know
You are beautiful.
Despite what those cruel children said.
They were lies to deceive,
And you need not believe them anymore.
So, trust it now.
You can take those compliments
Without malice or disbelief,
Because honest truth has endured
And the truth was
the glass never shattered.
Napo 13.1 Why I See Blue by jadisofeternity, literature
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Napo 13.1 Why I See Blue
I spend alot of time
looking at the sky
pining and whining
waiting in the rain and cold
for something
that never was
will never come
back to me
but there's still this
grey shadow image of you burned into my brain
and fire sweeps through it
a t the oddest times
for the smallest reasons
I am gone
moved on, fallen back into the circle closing
as it always would
I wonder
how long the blue and rain and fire will haunt your memory
steal me away from the shore
of insanity
where truth has failed.
Chapter One
Nemo was a curious young boy. His head was perpetually stuck in places it shouldnt be, like old, forgotten trunks and dusty machinery that no longer breathed. While books werent really his thing, he yearned to understand how things worked, what made everything tick; it was a lucky coincidence that he came to live with a kind-hearted mechanic in the seaside town of Renworth. You see, Nemo hadnt been born in Renworth. In fact, no one he knew had any idea where Nemo had come from, only that Mr. Ellroy had found him wrapped in six different blankets and neatly tucked into a basket, sound asleep on his doorstep. The
What if time was reversed
Everything that happened first?
Hands held hearts broken
Time really has taken its token.
Sniffling noses
Tearing eyes
Please don't say your good-byes
Raised voices, Then more fears
Who to be with,
Who gets tears...
A simple question with no seen answer
As time just refuses to get going faster..
What if, what if, the endless question
Never ending, never lessens
Just builds and builds
It grows and Grows
Lies tie in
Oh great, Oh no!
Just as I thought
Here we go...
Just take it back!
Before he asks another question
And then More tears
A never ending cycle for my fears..
NaPo 1 school blue remembering by jadisofeternity, literature
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NaPo 1 school blue remembering
the sky outside my window rises
grey but I imagine blue
and think of you
pick up whatever may be left
of my self respect
rush forward again into unknown hallways
which I have walked so long
so far away
from you.
there are no
answers in these texts; these test and lectures
no redemption
for everything
I never chose
--- but now I choose---
so someday, someday, .
Maybe someday the path will come clear
and I will stumble back
stand at your feet in failure after all the years
and just be glad
you once existed in my life
But I
go on being me
far away
on my own way down
these empty halls to enlightenment.
rising w
Remember when I said that I was going to be writing a poem for each day in April? Well, I forgot to include the word try. I was going to try and write a poem for each day in the month of April....
... and fail miserably. :) I suppose I shouldn't be smiling. After all, this has once again shown me how I never really carry through anything I do. My lack of persistence is probably the most consistent thing about me. I haven't decided if I'm just easily discouraged or just plumb lazy. Maybe I just set too high of expectations for myself? :shrug:
In any case, I will be trying to put out some more poems in honor of NaPoWriMo but have obviously fa
I have to say it's been fun telling the students I'm teaching poetry lesson to about National Poetry Writing Month! If you're not a poet, you should at least do something to celebrate with us!
Here are some ways to celebrate from Poets.org.
Write a poem!
Read a book of poetry
Memorize a poem
Go to a poetry reading
... and there are lots more ways to celebrate! :D
I love poetry!! :heart:
I am inspired by jadisofeternity (https://www.deviantart.com/jadisofeternity)'s example and will be writing a poem for each day in April. It's a great way to experiment and have fun with poetry!
What is everyone else going to do to celebrate?
:excited: I just realized today is my first anniversary on dA!
I'd like to thank the academy.... and all the people who have made this place so special.
:hug: