The End and Good Night

It is the end of days.

It is the end of what I began.

It is the end of how hard I tried.

It is the end of my plan.

The journey was tiring.

My feet are worn and my shoes have fallen off.

My skin is blistered on my hands

and I look back at what this has cost.

I see the smile on that beloved face.

I can hear the joy in each laugh.

So even if I could rid myself of the pain,

I would never in a million years go back.

I am tired now.

But I am home and I have finished what I began.

Except now unlike before,

I have my prize in hand.

Link: Test Yourself

So I found a link on this blog and I think its sort of neat. So go to this cite and check it out! Its just a bunch of tests you take that tell you what kind of person you are.

Praying about the Snow

You found me white as snow,
and that is the way I stayed.
You have always kept
those promises you made.

You sometimes made sad.
And sometimes I did cry.
But I know you love me
because you always apologize.

You never leave my side
though things are getting tough.
You tell me all the time
that our love will be enough.

I really hope you're right.
I hope you mean what you say.
Just like I mean that I love you
more and more each day.

We can take this one step at a time.
I will do my best to do things right.
And I will pray for you and me
before I go to sleep every night.

You Always Lied

Break away from all of this conformity.

Break away from all the lies.

Break away from the hatefulness you carry with you.

Break away from all your half hearted tries.

You never really meant to be helpful.

You never really meant to be kind.

You never wanted to be in my life,

So lets slightly rewind.

You tore apart my family

and stole my childhood from me.

I put all my faith in you.

But in return you gave me deceit.

I am not angry anymore.

But now I know one thing.

When you give someone your word

It really means something.

I will give you my word.

I cannot love someone like you.

And I guess in the end,

It means we really are through.

Dogs and the Snow

So I hate I mean really hate the cold. It makes me achy and stiff but for some reason my dogs love it. Well for a little while. Jake loves the snow. He could stay in it for hours, but Katy only likes it for a little while. A few days ago I took them both outside and when I tried to bring them back in Katy decided her feet were too cold to function anymore. She just stood where she was and would pick up a different foot every few seconds. No matter how much I would call her she just stood there. So I had to push her along in the yard to get her up to the house. But when we got inside she just laid down right in front of the door because her feet were still apparently too cold to walk. So I actually had to warm her feet up with a towel! I couldn't believe it. She likes it enough to bury her face in but apparently it's not OK for her little feet to be cold. I don't understand her some days.

Support our troops

Ok I just made a card for some soldier I don't know over seas amd it made my day. It was a very humbling experience because I realize that while I will be at home with my family this Christmas some people won't. I guess it showed me what I really do have to be grateful for. Check it out.http://www.letssaythanks.com/Home1280.html

The Lion and the Me

Though I may seem small like a a flower petal,
I assure you my fragrance is strong.
I can hold my own ground.
And I know just where I belong.

You may be a lion
But you're the one with the thorn in your shoe.
And with out people like me,
without the mouse the lion doesn't know what to do.

So call me small call me weak.
But who really needs who?
I can fix my own problems
You're the one who doesn't know what to do.

So be a lion and roar,
but the one thing you should always know,
is to remember me the mouse
who pulled that thorn out of your toe.

Conceit poetry

So this type of poetry uses metaphors and similes to descibe the subject of the poem. That is pretty self explanitory. I'll see if I can post one tomorrow :)

A Prideful Man's Daughter

A prideful man was here today.

He left his footprints in concrete.

Although he thought he was making his own way ,

he was also making a way for me.

The places he went were filled with sadness

and the stench of an angry heart was always around.

His rage filled life allowed other unhapy men to feed off of this.

The poor man assumed what was lost could never again be found.

Now that man is sitting in his only chair.

He waits in pain for the new day to come.

He lives recklessly and with out a care,

just chasing an empty life with each new rising sun.

I am this pitiful man's daughter you see,

so everything he does and every mistake he makes will effect me.

Picture Day

So I haven't had much along the lines of photography on my blog but today I found a photographer whose pictures I really like. The pictures he takes seem to be of his daughters but he edits them in some pretty crazy ways. Check out the link below to see them and read a little bit about the artist.

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1rPaJm/www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/a-father-who-creatively

Songs

I write a little song.
It sounds like little singing birds.
You could sing along.
You don't have to get it right as long as you are heard.

A voice is like an ocean.
It has so many faces.
It can be calm and suddenly set in an angry motion.
One voice can fill up a million spaces.

The only thing worse then an angry voice is silence.
It can change our whole lives.
It can change peace into violence.
It can make lives struggle where they would once thrive.

So please sing this song loudly.
If you don't do it for you, do it for me.

Sonnet

Ok so pretty much I cant explain a sonnet to you other then the rhyme scheme. So I'll give you a link to a deffinition on wikipedia if you really want to know. But I'm pretty sure I can write them ok.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonnet

Oh my Gosh!!!!!!!

LOOK AT THIS MAN!! Do it. It is so awesome!
http://maninthedark.com

Sunset

The sun has set
and the skies are fading.
Time is racing by
and those who were young are aging.

As a young man sits on the ocean side
he watches his life passing by.
And with a smile he laughs all the while
because he was living on the inside.

But the longer he sat
the older he grew.
He did his best
even if no one knew.

But he knew who he really was
and what a life really means.
He knew what it is to love
and how big dreams can be.

So as that sun set
his breath was now the breeze.
He lived a life to be proud of
so this night he could be at ease.


This is about the last night of a mans life and how he is reflecting on the way he has lived. It is also about living a life to be proud of and not living acording to anyone elses standards.

The Hole

I am all alone in this dark hole.
I sit and wait to be liberated.
But all the more I scream and yell
that I wish to be heavily sedated.

I am not myself anymore.
The beasts have made me something so vile.
I see the path I have taken,
and I cry all the while.

I see the things that I have done,
that put me in this dismal place.
And when I look at the muddy pool of water on the ground
I can barely recognize my own saddened weather worn face.

It has been blackened by the lies
and has been aged by the pain.
If I could go back I would
and I would do it over again.

I would shun the beasts that lured me here,
with their promises of love and happiness.
I would take a candle next time I went in the dark,
so I could really see which road is best.

But alas I can't change what has happened.
I can not revisit the past.
I can not sew up the wounds I have scourged
and I can not go back and wait for the beasts to take off their masks.

This was my most precious gift.
The life I was given on my very first day.
Why was I so foolish?
Why did I just waste it away?


Ok this poem is sort of about peer pressure and sort of about wasting your life doing things that are foolish or self destructive. The "beasts" are people in your life that try to get you to do things that you know are wrong whether that be morally or legally and the hole is the guilt and shame you can feel after you do those things.

Allegory

An allegory is a poem that uses a metaphor to talk about something. Allegories use symbolism to talk about something else. They are really neat because someone could interpret them anyway they wanted and each poem could mean something different to each person who reads it.

Dog days

So its Friday once again. And my dogs are still pretty crazy. Katy got a bath yesterday. Everything looked like it was ready to go then I realized, I didn't have a cup! I was searching frantically in my bathroom but it was of no avail.I couldn't leave the bathroom because Katy hates water and will jump out so I decided to get creative. My mouth wash bottle was pretty much empty, like only about two ounces empty so I dashed into my room,which is connected tp my bathroom so she was never put of sight, and grabbed a pair of scissors. I washed it out very well so she didn't get any alcohol residue on her skin and cut off the top nzzle of the bottle. And with my luck it worked very well. It was three times the size of a normal cup so she was clean in half the time it normally takes. Now she is clean and smells like vanilla( we only use dog shampoo on our dogs. I didn't use the shampoo we use on her. Its actually oatmeal shampoo for dogs that smells like vanilla.).

Mike Posner

Ok so this is his most famous song right now that has been released. Its called Cooler Then Me. I really like it but I guess we each have our own taste in music. It does have one swear word in it so if that offends you don't watch the video. It is only said once or twice and its nothing my grandmother wouldn't say so. I hope you enjoy it. And I do have the video with the lyrics because this is a poetry blog so those are pretty important. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKG2hHdjKvA

Ode to mistakes

I know I made a mistake today.

but I really hope you understand.

I really didnt want to do this to you.

It wasn't like it was planned.

I'm not a perfect person,

but I know you are the same.

So why are we playing these games

always looking for someone to blame.

So why not blame the humanity

that resides within us all.

How about that

to take the fall.

I'm sincerely sorry if your hurt,

but I am human just like you.

So at the end of the day just let everything go.

What else can you really do?

image courtesy of http://fineartamerica.com/featured/shattered-tammy-hough.html

New Poetry

So in the waje of my writers block, I have decided to explore some newer more modern forms of poetry, one being song lyrics. Many people consider that art right? well it is kind of like poetry in the since that it rhymes and has a set structure. So maybe until I get out of this block I can feature a new song every day. Maybe a specific artist every week. Well this week I have decided to pick Mike Posner. Everyone is calling him the new Justin Timberlake, but no one ca beat Justin so. He is sort of new to the scene but already has some really goosd stuff recorded. The song I picked today is called Please Don't Go. I have no idea what album it is from all I know is that I really like it. I have the link below so check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKeZbbDDVaA