A different pair of eyes

I tried to take a new idea and turn it into a poem on seeing your comment, so lemme know what you think. It's rather question-mark happy, but hey, I asked a lot of questions.

How do I see the world?
Is it a different view
Than my neighbor?
Will the same event
Be viewed differently
With another's values?

What is the world
Like to a child?
Bright and full of
Opportunity and imagination?
Or is it closed and bitter
From the harshness of abuse?

Does true innocence see
Differently from actual childhood?
Or does childhood end
With the loss of innocence?

Is childhood a number?
Constantly being ticked down
Until it's lost forever?
Could it be more, Like a state of mind,
Or one of life's
Stepping stones into adulthood?

Will any of us remember
Our childhood when we
Are parents ourselves?
For children always wonder
If their parents have forgotten
What it's like to be a teenager
But is it just memory loss
Or a different set of eyes?

Another poem

I wrote this, and I think it's one of my better ones, or at least most self expressive. Wonder if my English professor could tell I was zoning out. Ah well, these things happen.

I am one voice,
Crying out for change.
But I cannot be heard,
For the crowd is
Louder than I can be.
Will anyone notice
A lone voice, seeking
To better the world?
My elders ignore me,
Telling me I don't know
Saying I haven't seen the world.
My peers can't hear me,
I'm drowned out by
Voices that surround me.
Does no one want change?
Why does no one see?
We are all different,
But all feel the same things.
All of us are Eathlings,
Despite our skin or gender.
For the stereotypes we create
Are very much imaginary
Forcing those outside the box
To be quite ordinary.

I thought this was good

I related to it somewhat, but not really. I just thought it was good.

http://poetsanctuary.proboards47.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=OpenMic&thread=1189913440&page=1
(idk if I can copy the poem, so the link oughta do it.) alternately, since the link doens't appear to work go to open mic and look for advice means I can screw you over. it's by Midnight in Eden if you don't get it in time.

Finally! It's a poem!!!!

Ok, so I know I originally started this blog to post my poems, but it's turned into something of an online diary. So, at long last, it's another poem!!!! And there was much rejoicing. (Sorry, really, really tired, woke up at three and my dad woke me up at five, so I didn't get as much sleep as I was hoping for.) Back to the poem!!! It comes with that special feel that only a sleep deprived poem can bring, so here ya are. And it's in stanzas!!! With puntuation!!!! And I'm using lots of exclamation points!!!!! And being a smart alec. That last remark doesn't deserve exclamation points it's so normal. Anywhoooooo, without further adooooooo, my poem.

My thoughts bubble,
Boiling over and
Spilling out onto
The empty page

Words unspoken now
Stain pages, touching
The world, though
The world may
Not touch them

Who will hear me,
Will someone feel
Better or changed
Because of my words?
Or will my musings
Be just words on a page?

Pardon the slightly loopy introduction. (Ok, really loopy.) I'm really loopy today, that is my excuse. If you don't like it, tough. :P anywho, I'm sure you are questioning my sanity at this point, so I better go before you call the funny farm. (Or have you already done that?)

Another weird realization from disney

I think they have those dance alongs because kids want to be just like stars, but they don't realize that the moves are already taken. People just don't realize that the copy will never be as good as the original because the original has people that design the dance and airbrush them and do their makeup and what not. But, their own steps are what truly suit them are are what set them apart. Their own steps, if that's what makes them happy, make them beautiful for who they are. Sometimes dancing to the beat of a different drummer is the best thing that will ever happen to someone. (I know, I know, you don't like the cliche, but I really like that one)

I discovered something

Tomboys are really good at dealing with people who have self esteem issues. Mostly because they attract the people who do. Kind of weird, but there you go. I think maybe it's because in order to be a tomboy you have to be confident in your feminity. Another one of those weird things. The things one discovers or realizes when watching movies. Only, I guess most people wouldn't realize these things while watching movies like Miss Congeniality. Ah well.(I think it's hysterical when people ask me for advice about their hair, even when I actually had it, it was always in a ponytail.)

Ho hum

Lazy day. Ah yay. I finally get to stay home, though I think I will be playing catch up for a while. Ah well. I have something to add up here, a poem I wrote a little bit ago as well as a prose or two, but I am very comfy on my couch and I don't wanna get up. That and I am relatively sure that I don't know where it is. Yep, I make sense, I know. I'm watching Take the Lead for the hundredth time and I have been playing video games since seven. Maybe a nap next... :D I know, I'm not nice. Tommorow should be really easy, I just hope I don't have strep. That would suck. A lot. My mom might take me to the doctor later. Y'know, I think Take the Lead is one of the only movies where I don't have any cynical comments. I know, I thought that was impossible. Urgh, I would hate it if I missed a trip to the movies. Anywho, I'ma get back to my movie.

Urgh

Wow, I don't feel so good. And here I am, typing away at the school computer, praying I don't infect everyone. Sigh, I wish I could go curl up in a ball, drink soup and sleep. Ah well, hopefully the rest of the day won't be too hard and I can find someplace warm. (This building has really nice air conditioning. It's so nice milk won't spoil if you leave it out.) Anywho, I'ma leave it at that before I start babbling.

We had another fight

My mom was reading fan fiction, and she said when she finished the story, she would come downstairs. I meant the current screen, but she went and started another one because it was of the same story. She said that she didn't believe me when I said that she never did anything with us anymore. SHE DOESN'T!!!!! She didn't even come to testing today and is apparently now stunned that I want her to come down and hear my sisters' and I stories. I can't even remember the last time that she just came down and chatted. She's almost always holed up in her study reading that stupid fanfiction. I'm tempted to bust through the door she locked, but then I would have to pay for it. All I want is my mom back. Anywho, edited poem below. I'm really trying not to hit something at the moment because my mom hasn't noticed how all we do together is sit in the car or go to the dojang. I want the "cool mom" who plays video games and gets into my hobbies, the one who raised me. I don't know who she is, but she's not acting like my mother. I know it's tough to write a dissertation, but that was back in march!!!!! that's at least six months. And I know I'm whining a lot but I need my mother because how else am I supposed to figure out how to grow up???

The way we view each other

This is an updated version of the other one. Sorry about the random post before, I accidentally hit enter while typing in the title and that's all that got posted.

I thought they wer all the same,
They looked so alike to me.
Yet some were sweet, yet others sour,
Whether they were well dressed or
Just didn't care what people thought.
Their outsides were just husks,
Not true reflections of what's inside.
I guessed I've learned that no matter
What happens, no matter how they look
People will always be different, inside
And even out.

they

New tactic

I've decided that instead of still trying to be my mother's child, I should be myself. So, instead of trying to be who I was, I'm going to be myself, in all my philosophical glory. Ah well, hopefully she will deal and it won't scare her too badly. I will see how this goes.

Another one down

Yay, one more school day down, only about eight months of them to go. Ah well. Today at lunch was interesting, it was all girls (that alone is weird for me) and one girl was playing with another's hair. (The girl who's hair was getting played with looks like Avril Lavenge, it's almost down to her wasit.) They were also talking about the weirdest things. Like her hair getting in the way of kissing, which guys were good/bad kissers, oh, and condoms. That was the weirdest one. I was way out of my element. Emily seemed to be too, considering I think she's dated only two boys and as far as I know, neither relationship went very far. Though, I realized that I no longer have the hair everyone wants to play with. I think that was the only thing I liked about having long hair. I'm not sure I will ever participate (I didn't even say anything in the first place, although I did get chinese food) in the discussions again, mainly because of the couple snuggling. That's who brought up condoms, the girl wandered off with her BF and came back and said that she came back for a condom. The BF's expression was priceless, and I think my jaw almost went through the floor. The group is definitley weird......I guess I don't have any room to talk. Other than that, I have just been in classes all day and I will probably spend most of the night at the Dojang. Sigh....Oh, though art was fun. And you probably didn't even want to know all of this about my day. If you are still reading this, thank you!

Blargh

It's 10:22 and I feel really really cranky. For no apparent reason. Maybe it's because I had entirely too much math homework and can only blame myself. Maybe it's because my dad has been nagging me or patronizing me all day. Maybe it's because my parents have been snuggling everywhere I have been. Lesse, that's the movie theater, the grocery store, our house. All right in front of me, pretty much non-stop. :P I guess the movie was fun, except for the kissing part. (The return of Ms. Gagsalot!!!!) Maybe that's why I'm cranky, I've had a mush overdose. :P I would scream, but my parents are probably sleeping or, ah, snuggling some more. :P Whatever, not sure I want to know. Anywho, I'm going to go try to relax now, see how long it takes me to calm down.