These are from my grade 8 anthologies. I wrote them all myself.
I hear you've made another promise.
Well, whoop-dee-doo.
So what'll happen this time?
Will you break this one, too?
You say, "I quit, I swear."
And, "I promise no more huffing."
But I can see it in your eyes,
I'd rather have you puffing.
Then you say, "Guess what?
Acid makes you trip!"
So I yell and scream at you,
And you say, "Whoa, flip!"
But I know what drugs do to you.
Your brain they bake and fry.
I still consider you my best friend,
And I don't want to watch you die.
This poem is about huffing. I wrote it for a friend of mine who didn't huff, but she was heavy into drugs for awhile. She's a lot better now, and she's still my best friend.
This is a poem about my town.
We,
Are lying like lazy losers,
In the grass.
The clouds go by,
The air is dry,
On a sunny afternoon.
A bad joke told,
People tsking,
No wonder our parents kicked us out of the house.
This is a poem contributed by my sweetie Matt, but I believe it is a Jim Carey poem, or something like that... I like it a lot...
I woke up one morning for a taste for trout,
so I got in my boat, and I headed out.
I cast out my line, giving no haste,
and my hook ripped into his fishy face.
he looked up at me like I was his friend,
so I threw him back, and went out for a nice piece of steak...
This is a poem by my really great friend Trevor... (p.s. it's untitled)
for 'tis of her beauty which anchors me to my watery grave.
and yet my soul is eternally damned.
For I am one.
This poem is absolutly horrid, but funny, cuz it shows my lack of poetic ability. Neat, hey??? Don't read it if you have a weak stomach. You will vomit.
And so, late at night,
Pitiful, hey??? hehee...
'tis the infringement upon my soul,
transversed by its barren keep
settled among the shadowed hues
adorned by the withering substance
that of all which
creates it's utter uniqueness
of its total entirety
and how I cannot drown enough.
and how between each single beat of my heart
her name echoes.
and how between each breath her image is a revielliance is life itself.
for ‘tis of her, this world has so simply forgotten.
That remembers.
When I sneak into your room,
To watch your shallow breathing
I wonder.
Why you don't know about me.
Why you believe I broke your heart,
And enjoyed it.
Because I didn't.
Because I gave you what many never see.
A piece of my heart.
And you don't understand,
But how could you?
And why would you?
I don't blame you
For hating me.
And if I could,
I would, you know.
I'd take back all the smiles,
All the quick glances.
I'd take back all the things I did,
That hurt you.
And I'd do it for you.
Not for me, or my friends,
Not for the rose wilting in my room.
I'd do it for you.
But you decline my offers.
You ignore me,
like the smell of worms
On a rainy day.
Because it's nicer to just look,
Look at the flowers, the trees,
A rainbow in the sky...
It's easier to look,
Than to touch
All the memories of me
And you.
So I will just sit here,
Upon your floor,
Listening to you breath...
And wishing I could silence it...
Forever.
