?poetry?

[Zgirl]

I don't know for sure, but who is Amber?
Papercrane you should really get a book of poems published...that stepsister poem is soooooooooooooo cool!

Have an issue get a tissue!!--Steph C.
Kisses taste like chicken-- Absoulutely Normal Chaos...sharon creech
Early to bed early to rise, makes a man healthy and wise...but NEVER wealthy.-- my Dads Scottish school teacher
Don't be a fool. Glasses are cool!!-- I made this one up.
Love yourself no matter how you look!--Zgirl

[papercrane]

Tui, bc, and Zgirl: Thankies all! Much appreciated. *hands out chocolate for reviewers*
Zgirl: *waves* I'm Amber, but people have only started calling me that recently. Probably because I forgot to mention it till recently.

The important thing about adventures, thought Mr Bunnsy, was that they shouldn't be so long as to make you miss mealtimes.
-- (Terry Pratchett, The Amazing Maurice and his Educated Rodents)

[brokencello]

Shapes

Enter the square room
Look at the 2D floor
Don't see your face
Anywhere

Spin in a circle
Bump into a guy
Like a giant triangle
Yield sign

Jump up and down
Craning my neck
Still don't see you
Anywhere

Round the whole room
Out the square door
Into another
Nowhere are you

Finally white
The design on your shirt
Yell out your name
It's a 3D sound

You turn toward me
Baring square glasses
Oh no it's not you
And I'm a mess

Said you would come
Broke my pentagon
Heart in half
Wish you were here

In this square room
I lie down
Giving up
Such a lonely shape

My band's song. Yeah...

brokencello
the crinkled paper bag
"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate." "But why is the rum gone?" --both from Captain Jack Sparrow, "Pirates"

[Birdhead]

That is neat, bc.

Oh, yeah, thought I'd mention: the poem I stuck up here about bones of the mind? It got published in the New Zealand Listener this week, on the youth page. I feel real good, as you can imagine. Plus, my mother got an article in in the same issue, which is great for her because this is quite regular now so she thinks she's going to be a regular for their space and astronomy news.

"We are philosophical geniuses [sic] who will one day rule the world!"
--Agent M
Ahahahaha, Ahahahaha, Ahahahaha!
Still the Typo Queen

[brokencello]

COOL! That's awesome, Tui. My friend wrote something really good. I'll post it because I really like it.
I'm not like you
I'm not like him
I'm not like her
I'm different
I'm me
I'm not real pretty
I'm not real smart
I'm not real dumb
I'm in the middle
I've tried the blush
I've tried the make-up
I'm not changed
I'm very different
If you want to know me
You have to like it
The way it is

brokencello
the crinkled paper bag
"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate." "But why is the rum gone?" --both from Captain Jack Sparrow, "Pirates"

[rae]

Awsome... I never won any poetry competitions(mainly b/c I never entered because I didn't write poetry until last summer) but My friend won a spot I n a book of teen poetry, and she was 12 at the time they didn't know she wasn't a teenager until they sent her the news

[Zgirl]

There's a poetry contest where you could win $10000 dollars! You guys should take a look! I think it's on www.poetry.com.
Have an issue get a tissue!!--Steph C.
Kisses taste like chicken-- Absoulutely Normal Chaos...sharon creech
Early to bed early to rise, makes a man healthy and wise...but NEVER wealthy.-- my Dads Scottish school teacher
Don't be a fool. Glasses are cool!!-- I made this one up.
Love yourself no matter how you look!--Zgirl

[Zgirl]

I've been in the county news paper about 4 times, 2wice for writing stories, 1nce for a poem,and 2wice for my picture.

Have an issue get a tissue!!--Steph C.
Kisses taste like chicken-- Absoulutely Normal Chaos...sharon creech
Early to bed early to rise, makes a man healthy and wise...but NEVER wealthy.-- my Dads Scottish school teacher
Don't be a fool. Glasses are cool!!-- I made this one up.
Love yourself no matter how you look!--Zgirl

[brokencello]

I just really admire my friend's writing style. She's actually pretty famous. Here's another she wrote, about a girl who was always mourning about a guy and she finally got her wish and just a gentle smile from him turned her on:
Forever
Forever is a very long time
But I could wait for you
Never is a very harsh time
But I could bring you around
Always is a very nice time
But I could mess anything up

Sundays I see you
Mondays I miss you
Tuesday I think that I just might die
Wednesdays I hug you
Thursdays I dream of you
Fridays I watch you gleams of tears in my eyes
Saturday why even bother

Forever the word that describes
How long I have loved you
Never how long that you have loved me
Always the time that I will hold you
Fighting back these tears in my eyes

Would you grant me just one look
One look from those laughing eyes
Would you grant me just one smile
One smile from those curving lips
Would you grant me just one laugh
One laugh from those grinning teeth
Would you grant me just one kiss
One kiss from the perfect you

I want you to know
I'm always here
And if you ever
Abandon your blonde
I'll be here still
Just so you know

When you dance with her you never smile
When he tells a joke you never laugh
You're always frowning
I think when you laugh it's just a show
I think when you smile it's all a fake
If I danced with you you would smile to all
If I told a joke you would laugh to me
You'd always be merry
Give me a chance

Forever the time I chased after you
Never the time you glanced at me
Always the time I'll remember you
Forever is gone
And Never's just starting
Always is constantly going on

You know where to find me
In my tomb
Of dark and grey and sad and rest
I used to live in a happy garden
Of light and blue and joy and dance
But now that I've given up on forever...

Hi. Do you want to dance?

brokencello
the crinkled paper bag
"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate." "But why is the rum gone?" --both from Captain Jack Sparrow, "Pirates"

[Agent M]

[Zgirl]

They boy turned to her, his eyes were as yellow as a highliter. He was staring into her, almost through her, through the stone walls of the building, suddenley he let out a stomach churning howl. She closed her eyes and expected the worst. But then...he suddenley stopped, a cold silence filled the gym. He was a werewolf (a very handsome werewolf.) And guess what? He smiled. His pointed teeth gleaming at her. Unfortunatley, the DJ was allergic to any kind of fur and passed out at the smell of the werewolf.So no dancing inside the gym that night.

Sorry the evil monkey made me do it.

Have an issue get a tissue!!--Steph C.
Kisses taste like chicken-- Absoulutely Normal Chaos...sharon creech
Early to bed early to rise, makes a man healthy and wise...but NEVER wealthy.-- my Dads Scottish school teacher
Don't be a fool. Glasses are cool!!-- I made this one up.
Love yourself no matter how you look!--Zgirl

[db_pr]

That is more story than poetry.
Creative too.
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"If you think me to be your enemy, command me, and I will gladly take my life"
"Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?"

[Gryphon]

This site doesn't take html? Oh, pout. Maybe if you put the line in brackets, maybe it'll work then.
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How's that?

-MaThFrEaK
"Hehehe. You smell funny."
"I love fish and chicken and turkey and ham and squirrels and pork and..."
"Izza mousey!"
~Gryphon~

[Zgirl]

Yeah...I was bored I wrote a stupid story.

The monkey made me do it!
~Z~

[papercrane]

What's the writing equivalent of doodling? Scribbling? Pushing random buttons on the keyboard? Taking notes on one's thought process?
Anyway, whatever it is I was doing it the other night and produced a strange poem-thing. Advice appreciated.

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