Smiles' Crazy Blog

Ok, this one right here is weird. At first I started writing it about a girl, then I changed it to me. This one is also the one that the teacher commented on and said that she really liked, and thought it was a good represention of me. So here we go.


Fear


Scary isn't it
How your a part of the whole

but your sanctified


Scary isn't it
you know your the greatest

but you fall in a pool of mediocrity


Scary isn't it
you can be the leader

but you still choose to follow


"Never again"
you say

but that that was yesterday


What are you scared of
rejection

conformity


You put yourself away
Hiding all your pain

for something that is less


What your scared of
Is

Yourself

Don't You Just Hate It

Those who drag you through the mud
Are just trying to wash you clean
Those who are lights on your stains
Are the ones trying to remove them

Being of good intentions is easy
But being of right motives is hard
Showing your soul is easy
But being transparent is hard

The crowd makes you look white as snow
Although you are darker than a starless night
The crowd will always elevate you
Although when your alone your torn down

Everything is meaningless
But learn the lesson behind every event
Nothing happening hasn't happened before
But you do something new every day

Those who throw the mud
Are just throwing themselves
Those who stain your life
Are just putting their mark on it

Those of good intentions
Have lost their motivation
Those who show their soul
Have made their life opaque

Anyone can fit in a crowd
Is anyone strong enough to stand alone?
Anyone been elevated?
Is anyone holding you up?

Everything is meaningless
Because it has been forgotten
Everything is changeless
Because no one wants it

This one I wrote one night, I was mad at something happening, but I don't remember what it is now. I just remember that I wasn't feeling to well for some reason. I also don't know how to express my feelings, but maybe I did here. I hope you like it.

Walking Through The Desolate


In the hills, my path has been made
straight. As I look down I see my

boots. There torn, ripped and have seen better
days. I can't go back and change them now

or the whole journey will be lost,
for they remind me of the only life around




This one was assignment. This was an interesting time in my life I think. I was really trying to be dark, and stuff like that. And then when I really didn't feel good, I didn't know what to do.

Here is the next part of me looking back at my junior year of high school. This poem is about people who hate. Its that simple. I think I was just mad at people, or something like that. I was trying not to get too mad though.

The Soul of A Killer

He was pushed
Misunderstood
He was the outcast
He was hated
But his only fault was
He hated back

She was free
Complete
She was popular
She was loved
Her only fault was
She had only hate in return

He and she doesn't matter
What matters is the heart
The heart contains a soul
And the soul is the soul of a killer

This is part of my ongoing reflection of the poetry I wrote my junior year in high school. I wrote this poem one night cause I was mad at people, and I hated the way people were, and how they all acted the same.

Individual

Who wants to change?
Not I!
Who wishes to be different?
Not I!
Who wants to stand out and upright?
Not I!
Who are you?
Not I!

Here is Poem number two of me looking back at my Junior year of High School, and what I was writing and thinking, and stuff like that.

As I Come In The

This place has burned to charcoal
It sometimes tries to light itself
So it smoke, but it cannot burn
The death that absorbs this place
Does not want to live
This place wreaks of lighter fluid on
A few spots, I spend 33 hours a week on this place,
but sometimes I'm the charcoal too,
waiting for a match

I think the title for this poem was assigned by my teacher. I don't really remember the requirements, but I wish I did. i don't really remember what I was thinking at all when I wrote this. Maybe I was just in some kind of a funk. I don't remember. Anyways I think I wrote this one in class.

Well I think I promised you guys this last night, so I will actually follow through. Here is the first Poem. Keep in mind that I wrote this about four years ago, and I am not saying that this is good, but it is what I was writing four years ago.


451


The people in the room
Sure they talk

But they don't say anything


Sound penetrates the air
I can hear it

But it has no meaning


Did you know?
Have you heard?

It's all just a front


In this realm
They're who they want to be

Not who they are


Being segregated
I don't say anything at all

But when I speak, people listen


I don't speak much
so people think what I say is special

But I'm no different


Ok. That was titled 451, if you couldn't tell. It is a reference to Ray Bradbury's book Farenheit 451. And in this one I am alluding to a convesation that Guy Montag, the protagonist, had with his neighbor girl, Clarisse, about people. In it you get her view of the way people talk and the way society is. I think this also kind of reflected the way I was think about people at the time. I remember reading that book and it making a lot of sense to me, especially that dialogue. Of course I think I pointed out that I was no better than anyone else.