11.28.2004
I've been writing some poems lately...
It all started when Ms.Bascom created a homework assignment. A Creative Writing assignemnt. I want to take a class on Creative Writing sooooo incredibllyyyyy bad, but i don't think we have any.
I feel soo self concious sharing these with you, but Be says they're good. I like them a lot, and i would looooe to hear about what you think about them. some of 'em are personal, others are just.. well, not as personal. just.. tell me what you think.. please.
Amour
One who's blind will always see
How lovely love can really be
You may not ever see it coming
But its always there, silently humming
It could grow between strangers or friends
Through hearts and minds it meanders and bends
It's really quite nice once you give it a go
Once you know it, then show it, don't ever say no
Strange how a four letter word can replace
Hundreds and thousands of feelings of grace
Don't ever abuse or misuse this vow
For you've made a promise and keep it, you shall
If this love begins to fade
Don't become it's slave or maid
Release it so it may travel on
But never will it be fully gone
It may be spied with the wink of an eye
Or may be shown by a weeping cry
But always take some time and sit
Hold, welcome, and embrace it
Last Spring
As the leaves began to fall
She sighed and sat in her chair
Before last Spring she had felt so tall
Greying, now was her hair
He left her only 2 seasons ago
She had known it was a matter of time
Never in her life had she felt so low
For taking his life was a crime
He was sick for most of his days
But only latley had he become still
Endlessly she walked in a haze
Wondering what had made him ill
"Was it me?" she thought in the silence
"What did i do wrong" she asked herself
It was never a matter of violence
Just an old man who sat on a shelf
In his later days he began to sit
By the window in his chair
Watching the leaves in autmn
At them he'd always stare
Now the chair sits quiet and alone
By the only window in the house
That faces the tree where a man old and grown
Would watch the leaves fall, quiet as a mouse
The Boy Ontop of the Moon
There once was a boy who turned on a tune
As he slowly awoke around noon
His silent soul, which loved to sing
Whisked him away to where he was king
So now he's on top of the moon
At night sometimes you stare up at him
And maybe you wave at the boy so dim
Does he ever wave back?
Through the stars and the black?
Probably not, for he's singing his hymn
Last words
I thought about where i could have gone wrong
So many years of warnings, the lectures so long
"Don't do this" and "Just say no" they informed
"I know I know" was my reply and out of the room i stormed
"I'm not a little girl anymore" I thought to myself
"I know whats good and whats bad for my health"
But that night seemed to flow into so many days
Days in which my judgment and thoughts became haze
Without thinking carefully of what i was to do
I took a sip, then another, then more than a few
Such fun it was, being so carefree
Free of the rules, free of being cautious me
Sooner than later the sun came up
Telling us all "one last cup"
So with my mind turned off, and my head in the sky
I took my one last gulp, and said goodbye
I climbed into the drivers seat, knocking everything down
And headed left, towards the middle of town
I panicked and thought when my parents would be home
"I'll speed just a little, no one will ever know"
But that rebel inside lasted only so long
I realized that I was weak, not so strong
I tried and tried to stay on one side of the road
But I couldn't get myself out of "Drunk" mode
I swerved around an invisable car right into a telephone pole
With a crash and a bang and a jolt i offically sold my soul
Those bottles and shots had a bigger price tag than i had expected
With one word all of this could have been rejected
But no i felt i had to lie, i just had to sneak out
The warnings had only made me so much more curious
"When my parents find out, they're gonna be furious" I thought to myself
I felt myself become weaker and weaker as i laid on a mound of dirt
"I never meant for it to turn out this way" with death, i had to flirt
Within moments everything changed and i became "just another teen"
"Maybe her parents never warned her, how could they be that mean?"
The poliece officer shook his head with sorrow in his eyes
"Another article in the paper this week about another teen that died"
The Silver Tree
I love to sit and write
On days when i feel most at ease
Under the welcoming canopy
Of my backyard trees
I like to think about my day
It helps me to create
A place where I can be myself
And no one's ever bait
In this place where I belong
Lies a silver tree
The tree is a symbol
Of how we all are free
I'll take you to this place
If you will agree
To never judge, or lie or cheat
When your atop this tree
Yes, the tree is Silver
No, it is not painted
This tree grew as it is
I hope tis never tainted
It represents no color
No shape, no size, no plan
For this is an image anyone can relate to
Woman or man
Like them? oh, i hope you do!
love you all so very much,
I feel soo self concious sharing these with you, but Be says they're good. I like them a lot, and i would looooe to hear about what you think about them. some of 'em are personal, others are just.. well, not as personal. just.. tell me what you think.. please.
Amour
One who's blind will always see
How lovely love can really be
You may not ever see it coming
But its always there, silently humming
It could grow between strangers or friends
Through hearts and minds it meanders and bends
It's really quite nice once you give it a go
Once you know it, then show it, don't ever say no
Strange how a four letter word can replace
Hundreds and thousands of feelings of grace
Don't ever abuse or misuse this vow
For you've made a promise and keep it, you shall
If this love begins to fade
Don't become it's slave or maid
Release it so it may travel on
But never will it be fully gone
It may be spied with the wink of an eye
Or may be shown by a weeping cry
But always take some time and sit
Hold, welcome, and embrace it
Last Spring
As the leaves began to fall
She sighed and sat in her chair
Before last Spring she had felt so tall
Greying, now was her hair
He left her only 2 seasons ago
She had known it was a matter of time
Never in her life had she felt so low
For taking his life was a crime
He was sick for most of his days
But only latley had he become still
Endlessly she walked in a haze
Wondering what had made him ill
"Was it me?" she thought in the silence
"What did i do wrong" she asked herself
It was never a matter of violence
Just an old man who sat on a shelf
In his later days he began to sit
By the window in his chair
Watching the leaves in autmn
At them he'd always stare
Now the chair sits quiet and alone
By the only window in the house
That faces the tree where a man old and grown
Would watch the leaves fall, quiet as a mouse
The Boy Ontop of the Moon
There once was a boy who turned on a tune
As he slowly awoke around noon
His silent soul, which loved to sing
Whisked him away to where he was king
So now he's on top of the moon
At night sometimes you stare up at him
And maybe you wave at the boy so dim
Does he ever wave back?
Through the stars and the black?
Probably not, for he's singing his hymn
Last words
I thought about where i could have gone wrong
So many years of warnings, the lectures so long
"Don't do this" and "Just say no" they informed
"I know I know" was my reply and out of the room i stormed
"I'm not a little girl anymore" I thought to myself
"I know whats good and whats bad for my health"
But that night seemed to flow into so many days
Days in which my judgment and thoughts became haze
Without thinking carefully of what i was to do
I took a sip, then another, then more than a few
Such fun it was, being so carefree
Free of the rules, free of being cautious me
Sooner than later the sun came up
Telling us all "one last cup"
So with my mind turned off, and my head in the sky
I took my one last gulp, and said goodbye
I climbed into the drivers seat, knocking everything down
And headed left, towards the middle of town
I panicked and thought when my parents would be home
"I'll speed just a little, no one will ever know"
But that rebel inside lasted only so long
I realized that I was weak, not so strong
I tried and tried to stay on one side of the road
But I couldn't get myself out of "Drunk" mode
I swerved around an invisable car right into a telephone pole
With a crash and a bang and a jolt i offically sold my soul
Those bottles and shots had a bigger price tag than i had expected
With one word all of this could have been rejected
But no i felt i had to lie, i just had to sneak out
The warnings had only made me so much more curious
"When my parents find out, they're gonna be furious" I thought to myself
I felt myself become weaker and weaker as i laid on a mound of dirt
"I never meant for it to turn out this way" with death, i had to flirt
Within moments everything changed and i became "just another teen"
"Maybe her parents never warned her, how could they be that mean?"
The poliece officer shook his head with sorrow in his eyes
"Another article in the paper this week about another teen that died"
The Silver Tree
I love to sit and write
On days when i feel most at ease
Under the welcoming canopy
Of my backyard trees
I like to think about my day
It helps me to create
A place where I can be myself
And no one's ever bait
In this place where I belong
Lies a silver tree
The tree is a symbol
Of how we all are free
I'll take you to this place
If you will agree
To never judge, or lie or cheat
When your atop this tree
Yes, the tree is Silver
No, it is not painted
This tree grew as it is
I hope tis never tainted
It represents no color
No shape, no size, no plan
For this is an image anyone can relate to
Woman or man
Like them? oh, i hope you do!
love you all so very much,
rachel e. miller
// posted by RACH @ 11:38 PM 
