This is my favourite picture!

I love dancing by the way too! Dancing is also something that is good to write about ballroom dancing (which I do), Hip hop, Lyrical and Jazz. Everything and Anything can be written about!

I thought I would post a picture for a change

I chose to post these pictures because I love the ocean!! To relate this to poetry the ocean is a very inspiring thing to write about because of the abundance of life and even the colour of it is spectacular! :) (*sigh* I love the ocean!!!!)

Ghost

He was like a ghost, roaming
but not feeling, seeing but not realizing.
Feeling but not touching.
Living without breathing.
He was like a dead man.
Gone without leaving,
With a heart that's stopped beating.
He was like a body without a soul,
he was not whole.

Tomorrow

Bombs may fall,
tears may shed
but tomorrow will be a new day again.
Water may flood
and wind's may blow
but tomorrow you never know.
I could run and skip
and fall.
But tomorrow I might be on the "ball"
Tomorrow is my favourite word cause tomorrow can never
re-occur.




Aren't you guys proud of me I wrote sort of happy poem for once!

Ladder, Ladder

Ladder ladder won't you take me higher?
Through the attic of the clouds and the roof of the earth.
Ladder, ladder i'm goin' climb higher.
Ladder, ladder you left out some rungs.
ladder, ladder you're letting me fall.................................
through the roof of the earth and the attic of the clouds till
I hit solid ground.
Ladder, Ladder you let me fall till i have nothing left to grasp.
Ladder,Ladder I can't see you anymore.

A cup full of sorrow

Hey you're glass looks a little empty shall
I pour you another cups of sorrows?
Hey your glass is pretty full maybe i'll
gulp down you're happiness.
Funny, how you fill my cup and then drink it.
Fill you're own cup and drink mouthfulls of your own sorrows,
a taste of your own medicine for a change?
What happens when that medicine is poison and one drink becomes
ten.
This is when you see the bottom of the glass.

Ice

I talk to you.
I See you're tears.
I Listen to you're rants and complaints.
But do you hear me?
Do you see my false mask?
Do you hear my subtle hints,
hints that i am on the edge of insanity.
You touch my arm.
but do you feel my cold blood?
That pulses through my veins of ice.
Ice that only thickens with time.
Until i am infintitly solid with hate.

Playing Around

It's like he was falling,
down
down
down
down
and somewhere in
the middle they met
up
up
up
up
and she was coming,

*This isn't really a poem I just like fooling around with the words and shapes.

Bullet Hole

Is this invisible?
My red heart.
Is this invisible to you?
Something broken in two?
The pieces at your feet.
It's your choice now,
for how could someone pick up the pieces of
their heart without having the heart to do it?
Two pieces that were once a whole.
I am now nothing but a dead soul.
But could I be your dead soul?
It's your choice now,
pick up my pieces or
leave me with this gaping bullet hole.

"But where's the key?"

Anxiety built upon society.
In an never ending torrent.
"...will you?"
"...have you?"
"...can you?"
Anxiety banished by a sercret society.
With locked up gates.
"...I will."
"...I have."
"...I can."
but can you find the key?
This anxiety built upon society.
With little or no sobriety.
Banished by a secret society.
But where's the key?