Monday, January 22, 2007
Hey sorry aunty that I told you I would post the other night but my life is CRAZY right now. Those Texas people sure do know how to throw the homework on you. Geez!!!! I got extremely mad. So here is my poem. It is called Slow Motion because when life is going bad for you it seems to be going in slow motion.
Thrown in a hurry.
Dirt with fresh scratches on your face.
Something kicked you to get up, the earth beneath you maybe.
Shaking results from caring.
Strands of hair whispering down across your face.
You just assume die but you are forced to suffer the wounds first.
The wind sings a doom song with ashing footsteps.
Nervousness boiled your confidence down to a froth of worthlessness.
It's a uniqe pattern actually.
Deciding you can't take anymore so you move.
Most of the time yo wish weakness was erased from your soul.
The people are the wolves and you are the rat.
They are strong and you are not.
Your flesh releases a cold sweat of disappointment.
But come to think of it your problems are based on individuality and turn
Out to be unique.
by Kayla 1/21/07
Yeah, I am wanting to learn of other tyes of poems to write other than depressing but that is all that I can think of. I didn't add all the complicated words this time, but I like too. Without them poems feel so childish. I hate rhyming, it is very childish. But that is just me. Well aunty I hope you know not everyone has a couch to sit on all day so cut me some slack. Ha ha ha! Just kidding.
Posted by Kayla Jewell at 7:59 PM