Apologies

Wow, it's been a really long time since my last post. Sorry. Things have been busy, what with school coming to it's close and everything. Well, to make up for it, I wrote my viewers(all 2 of you) a new poem. And when I say new, I mean I literally made it up while I was typing. If you like it, feedback is appreciated!!

Loving Strangers
Nobody the dead, Nobody the lost
Nobody that cares about others
Nobody that could care less
Loving these nobodies, hating the somebodies
that turn a blind eye to the souls surrounding them.

Adoring the faceless ones, that will help--
Regardless of race, gender, or the prettiness of your face.
Abhorring the big-faces, that watch from a distance
Having no concern for the poverty next door.

Nobody the dead, Nobody the lost
Nobody that cares about others
Nobody that could care less
Loving these nobodies, ignoring the somebodies
And helping the next nobody I see.

Poetry Contest!

Wow, it's been a while since my last post. As usual nothing is really going on, except I found a poetry contest that excepts high school participants, and I just entered my latest poem in it! The grand prize is $2500 I think. That's a lot of money for someone my age. And since I know for a fact that you're wondering, I'm posting the poem with this entry so you can read it too! Oh, and all of the winning poems in the contest will get published, so I'm crossing all of my fingers.

Savior
The bruised,
Neglected,
Beaten,
And damned.
Will you save them?
Can you save them?
These lost souls that have no hope?
That are shown no love, no kind word?

I think if you so desired,
You could stand to their aid.
To help them find some heart, some hope.
So I ask of you again.
When thinking and looking,
At the
Bruised,
Neglected,
Beaten,
And damned,
Can you save them?
Will you save them?

Now lately some of my posts have been kinda depressed/morbid. I just have to tell you that most of them will be like that, partly because I like morbidness/darkness sometimes, and partly because I think I may be mildly depressed(undiagnosed).

I don't really have anything to say in this post, except to say that if you're looking to be put in a good mood, don't read some of my posts.

Things have been rather normal of late, and I have to say I kind of like it. I have homework and projects, yes, but I feel on top of it and relaxed, so things are good.

I think if I actually had something to say today, this would be a rare occasion that I don't sound depressed. I have actually been happy these last few days!!

That's really all I have to say right now, so until next time!

Sincerely, Emily M.

So...

So...nothing's really happened lately so I'm just gonna post a couple of my new poems.

The Killer Will Be Dead
I gotta know
Can I let you go
Or will these feelings stay?
The evil is dead
But still it's here
Lurking without a name.
I cannot rest
Until I know
That the killer is known.
When the time comes
All is revealed
And the kiler will be dead.

Fantasy
Locked in this fantasy
Trapped in a dream
Always running, just running
But never getting anywhere.
It's time to wake up
Time to snap out of it.
These wishes won't come true
And I will end up being crushed
By these silly little fantasies.

Hope you enjoyed these!!

Wow...

So I was on my way home from orchestra practice yesterday, and we were almost home, when this cop passes us. You're thinking, "What's so great about that?" Well I'll tell you. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, except this cop happened to be speeding, tailgating, and also failed to use a turn signal at least twice in a span of 1 minute. Ridiculous right? What is the world coming to?

Life

I haven't really posted anything lately because there hasn't been anything to say. Now there is a little bit. Life at school has been boring and repetitive, but yet I still enjoy it. But every happiness has to end eventually. Everyone has been talking about the two girls that died in a car crash. I used to go to church with them. Isn't it strange how you can talk to a person one day and the next they're dead?

I know that sounds blunt but it's just the truth. I talked to both of them not 3 weeks before the accident and now I will never talk to them again.

I was watching Youtube, and one of the video suggestions on the side of the screen was a trailer for a movie called "The Greatest." It's about a girl who saw and passed by this boy at school everyday, and he saw her too. On thee last day of school he finally talked to her. They fell in love and then he died. It's about her struggle afterward because she's pregnant and about the boy's parents trying to cope. It was very touching and I felt the need to share it.

Watching that trailer inspired me to write a poem. I'm writing this off the top of my head, so please forgive the fact that it will be kind of rough.

     Spilled Milk
In these changing days, we never know
What the next will give us
All we know is that we must live
Like we won't live to see tomorrow.

Milk doesn't cry when it spills
and the dead do not weep when they pass
So why should we whine and scream
When life hands us an unhappy surprise?

It is not in our hands
So why complain
When things don't go according to plan
Since this is the case, it's safe to assume
That we should never make plans again.

A Secret

Here's another poem I wrote, please leave a comment if you like it!

I am wrapped in happiness, but also in confusion
Don't know what to feel, or just what to say
I've been looking at myself on the outside and in my head for the answers
When the answers were always there in my heart
Locked away, closed up tight
I have found the key, but I've decided to wait,
To unlock the door when I'm absolutely sure.


When the time comes, I will set it free
For now it waits impatiently 
It watches for the moment when I am ready
On that day it will burst forth
I do not care what others may think when it escapes
I can only hope and pray that they will understand.

This is just the latest one of my creations. I will post more when I write a new one.

My Eyes

I have been feeling very conflicted. I have been feeling these odd things that I am too afraid to speak of, but they confuse and surprise me.

Earlier today I came home and took a good long look in the mirror. Now, when some look in a mirror, all they see is their face. When I look in the mirror however, I notice my eyes. People have often told me that I have pretty eyes, and I can kind of see what they are talking about, but when I looked at them today I couldn't see it.

In my eyes, I saw no beauty.

In my eyes, all the sadness of the world.

They stared right back at me, a perfect reflection, seeming to ask the question, "Who are you, really?"

I had no answer, so I just continued to stare.

As Promised...

So in my last post I said that I would be posting a few of my poems to see how people like them, so here it goes...

     The Duck
He sits in the water
Basking in the sun
He flicks off his feathers
Full of water from his fun.

He gives a big quack
As he calls to the others
His sisters, his cousins
His parents and his brothers.

He sees all the big people
Throwing bread along the shore
He eats all that he can get to
And yet he longs for more.

His parents call to him
To return to the nest
He settles down at the end of the day
To enjoy a wonderful rest.

      A Funny Place
I need a place
For just in case
I cannnot escape my thoughts.

Someplace sunny
Where everything's funny
That I can call my own.

    These are just a couple of poems that I wrote recently while in one of my better moods. Enjoy!! This was interesting, and I may keep doing this. Or maybe not, I haven't really decided yet...

Unsure

Today's post is rather random.

I don't have any idea what to say, yet I feel as though I am obliged to say something.

I've been trying to write poetry more often, and today I wrote about a little happy duck and his life with his family.

I just had an inspiration!! It may not be permanent, but for a while at least I will do this.

I think I will post some of my poems, but only the good ones. Yes, I think that's what I will do! Tomorrow all my followers (the 2 that I have) will be able to see one or two of my poems that I haven't posted on facebook.

Blogging

So if you've read the 2 blog posts I've done so far, you might have noticed that they are polar opposites of each other. Well, I have decided my posts are going to match whatever my mood is. My first post was ver sentimental and peaceful because thats how i was feeling when I wrote it. The second was just one of my funny/random moods that I sometimes have.

Before I post more things, I should probably tell you more about myself. I am 16 years old and I live in Dubyuar(not a real place, but for safety I won't give any actual info). My name is Emily(also fake). I am in marching band and play the saxophone. My hobbies are listening to music, solving Rubik's cubes, and writing poetry. Poetry is rather relaxing and my friends tell me I have talent in writing it(which I still have great difficulty believing).

I think that's basically all I have to say, so I will post when I have something else.

Observation of the Day

While going to my small group yesterday, I saw as we were headed there in the car a very peculiar site.

In the car next to me were two women. The woman in the passenger seat was of no importance but the driver caught my eye.

For on her arm was a large white cockatoo!

My first thought was that this was not safe at all.

My second was,"Holy crap! Why does that lady have a bird on her arm?!"

It was a most peculiar site indeed...

Just the Other Day

Just the other day I was riding a charter bus in West Virginia on the way home from a long and exhausting journey. It was early and the sun was rising slightly in the distance, coming up from behind the mountains.

I sat there, ipod in hand, listening to music while the rest of the bus slept peacefully away.

As I stared out the window into the sleepy morning, I came to realize the beuty of the world.

Everything the rising sun touched made it more beautiful then before.

Even as the view was occasionally interrupted by telephone poles and roads, I realized that the world is nothing but beautiful. And I was more at peace then I had ever been in my life.