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I am going to collect all of your secrets and redistribute them. With another person's secret, write a poem telling the story of that secret as if it were your own and addressing what you think about it. Play with form and structure. Remember, think about word choice and descriptions. Paint a picture in your reader's head.
If you are stuck, you could even look back at the secret as if you were older and wiser.
Good luck and be creative!
Guilty Pleasures
ReplyDeleteFootsteps down the stairs
Eyes peering around the corner
Listen…
All clear!
Click!
The television yawns and blinks its bright eyes
The silent house is filled
With the many voices of the TV
Channel up channel down
Until the screen is filled with
Dynamic dipping darting dancing
Dance Moms
The Heart Thief
ReplyDeleteTogether at last
Until one day
After she stole my heart
But then ripped it away
My heart in her possession
In betraying hands
I love her still
Yet she loves me not.
A spray bottle
ReplyDeleteis my only weapon
to defend myself
against the beast.
My hair stands on end
just like the beast.
A stare down.
I see in its eyes
the rage.
One false move
and my legs will
be shredded
by sharp claws.
The beast senses
my fear and it prepares
to attack.
It pounces.
I leap onto
my bed,
a tall fortress.
I spray the beast.
It hisses and dashes
away.
I only wish
the beast carried
my fear of cats
away with it.
It's music to my ears.
ReplyDeleteLiterally.
Beethoven, Bach, perfection.
Who couldn't love,
the ones who compose such works of art?
Classical music.
It is a way of life.
It is the way of life.
Literally,
It’s music to my ears.
I have a secret
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm ready to tell you
I can't spell
Not even my name Lou
Yes it sounds funny
Go ahead and laugh
But next time I see you
I'll be your boss and a half
I know I can't spell
But it doesn't get me down
Because at the end of the day
Your the one with a frown
Reeses's Wrath
DeleteDark, dank... disgusting.
Mushy muddy goop mixed with amber rust.
Its poison reaching the depths of society
Convincing them it is good and wonderful.
Lying, deceiving... trick or treating.
Chained under many wraps... for a purpose.
You were meant to stay.
But curious Pandora released you from bondage.
Now in its wake... disaster strikes.
In every convenience store... you are distributed.
Your supposed chocolate goodness,
your thick peanut butter filling.
Now free to dominate the world of sweets.
And destroy us all...
Everyone else listens to their rap or their pop rock
ReplyDeleteBut I love country music
Jason Aldean, Taylor Swift and Luke Bryan
KYGO, the CMA’s and Country Music Channel
The sweet sounds of veterans Tim McGraw or Brad Paisley
The up and coming new beats of The Band Perry or Scotty McCreery
The sad ballads or upbeat tempos
All of it makes me come alive
No one can wrap their heads around why I like country so much
Maybe its because I don’t look the part
But Lady A tickets are my weakness
And watching Blake Shelton perform at the Grammy’s was a dream
Country music is not just music, it is my life
My Thoughts
ReplyDelete“Ugh!” School again
I have only one friend
I’m lost in life
It’s such a strife
I want to crawl into a den
My life is a blend
Of a knife
And strife
I want to board a train
To see the end
I want a change in life
And to play the fife
Secret: I hate Spaghetti
ReplyDeleteI hate Spaghetti,
Some people don't understand,
They think it's a silly quirk,
But my hatred and tragedy go hand in hand,
When I was just a little younger,
When I couldn't take a stand,
Spaghetti was my enemy,
It was too stringy, too saucy, too bland,
But I was a poor boy,
Forced to eat any food my family could land,
Spaghetti was on my plate too often,
I wouldn't expect you to understand,
But to me it was like a prison cell,
A reminder of how weak and poor I am,
The noodles were a mockery,
My life was a sham,
Every time I ate that spaghetti,
I was put in my prison cell once again,
So don't offer me spaghetti,
Because I want to break free,
Want to feed my family more then those noodles,
More than my family fed me.
Scared
ReplyDeleteScared
Terrified
My heart beating faster than
The speed of light
I run faster than any Olympic Sprinter
Back to the light from upstairs.
Maybe this time
It will be different.
I take my little brother with me
To help me
However, he isn't exactly the most cooperative
I turn off the lights
Just like last time
But this time I don't run up
My brother gives me a blank look
As nothing happens
I smile as he jogs up the stairs
Back to the TV
And I quickly get out of the dark basement.
I peed my pants in 8th grade
ReplyDeleteI laughed so hard I cried
I cried so hard I laughed
I felt it slowly coming
I couldn’t stop its presence
It slowly trickled down my leg
I knew the smell was spreading
And so was moisture
People started to stare
I wanted to run and hide
But I was in the middle
Of history class, learning
About the revolution
I knew this was a problem
I didn’t know the solution
So I got up out of my seat
Picked up all of my stuff,
And left the unwelcoming room
I peed my pants in 8th grade
I Hate Babies
ReplyDeleteBabies, I hate
All they do is cry, smell, and eat
I don’t know why people think they are great
They are not a treat
Some say it is fate
I hope I will never meet
Babies, I hate
I Hate Babies II
Babies, I hate
Happy, sad
Laughing, crying
Smelly, sweet
Babies,
The most bipolar beings ever invented
I Don’t Believe in Love
ReplyDeleteI don’t believe in love!
I don’t- it’s very true
And when I think of love,
I never ever think of you.
I don’t believe in love!
It really doesn’t exist
That warm and caring feeling,
Never really persists.
I don’t believe in love!
It has never really found me
Never stopped to care,
That romantic tingly feeling,
Is never really there.
But when she walks through that door
For everyone to see,
She peers into my heart-
She looks right into me
And what she finds in that pit
Of blackness and disease
Is that I really care for her,
And love has finally found me
I believe in love,
Like nothing else I feel.
I believe in that feeling
Of the romantic loving deal
No longer does my heart dwell
In a abyss of darkness and despair,
But in the glorious light
Of love- I was walking on air
I believe in love!
Yes, it’s really true
And when I think of love,
I think of loving you.
I want to go to college in London
ReplyDeleteWhether it be Oxford or Cambridge, I do not know
What I will study, what I will learn, what I will become, Is still a mystery
I want to go to college in London
This is my secret wish: to study abroad and learn a new culture
Who I will meet, who I shall I admire, who I will become, Is an engima
I want to go to college in London
To go to the prestigous places, to meet persnickety professors
What places I will see, what places I shall know, where I will go, Is a conundrum
I want to go to college in London
Secret: I wish I had a British accent.
ReplyDeleteA magical boy who goes to wizard school
A blue box that travels through time and space
The mean judge on American Idol
Double-decker buses all over the place
Fish and chips
All so British
Marked by that signature accent
Everything sounds better, cleverer
You know they lived a far away place before they went here
Interesting, intriguing, attractive
Accents
The delicate crystals
ReplyDeletethe soft sticky center
the taste makes my knees week
i love them all
yellow
orange
red blue
these eddible creatures leave me
begging for more
My secret love-peeps
Spock and Captain Kirk
ReplyDeleteThe reputation of the USS Enterprise should not come as a surprise
With Spock, the piece of work, and commanding Captain Kirk
The ship is bound for greatness, greatness
They explore the final frontier with no sense of fear
With a handy crew and the Federation too
They’ll beat Kahn and anything that goes wrong
Though many trials they’ll see, friends they will always be
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ReplyDeleteCrime – Fighting Ninja
ReplyDeleteA hero lives among us, here in this room,
They never seem to show their face until there’s certain doom,
A ninja fighter saves the world from harm,
And still comes here to learn about healthcare reform.
For no one knows the eyes behind the mask
When danger’s here they come out with a flash
And when it’s done the hero’s gone again
Returning to the classroom from pouring rain.
No matter what the world will never know
The person who has saved us is unknown
But whenever there’s a villan here alas,
We know this ninja will come and kick some –
This poem has been cut short due to a strict word count limitation
75
ReplyDeleteThey sit upon my shelf
Waiting to be played with
By little boys
Little girls
Babies
They have souls
Underneath their rubber skin
Floating in the water
A distraction from the soap
Running down the clean faces of young ones
So insignificant
But yet so important
A sense of security
Of laughter
Of imagination
My little duckling buddies
They swarm me during my bath
Huddle close to keep me company
I love them
All 75 of them
But they still sit on my shelf
My collection
Of Rubber Duckies
When I arrive at the airport, hotel or mall
ReplyDeleteI feel as If I might begin to bawl
The moving flight of stairs that lay in front of me
Moving pedestrians from floor A to floor B
It seems so easy for people to ride
However; I just want to run and hide
My mother forces me onto the stairs
Like I’m being fed to a ferocious bear
I am being moved upwards to the sky
I am about to cry
Cry out to the devil human beings
Who invented these atrocious things
As I step off onto the sold tile.
My hearts is beating as if a have run a mile
Time to go home away from these terrors
Of the escalators
Sleepwalking
ReplyDeleteSometimes I sleep walk,
As dangerous as that may be,
Sometimes I sleep talk,
Conversing with the trees.
I walk downstairs in the middle of the night,
Trying to cause loads of fright,
Sometimes I am discovered,
Other times I stay under cover.
I find sleepwalking fun,
I find that sometimes I run,
But I must not move to fast,
Or I’ll end up in a cast.
Some people sleepwalk every slumber,
Others sleep like a piece of lumber,
When I’m sleepwalking I can’t be dumb,
Or I will end up on the streets like a bum.
For every milk carton we save
ReplyDeleteAnd two long years with glasses of milk
We are one step closer to our own little cave
A hideaway from the storm
Our own personal igloo
There is a snowy world outside
Yet for two years we collected those milk cartons
Each family member in for the ride
A sheltered place we created
An igloo that won’t be ignored
Who else can say that they built an igloo from saved up milk cartons?
The Secret (A Limerick Poem)
ReplyDeleteThere was once someone with a secret,
And no longer could they bear to keep it,
So here it is plain and clear,
For everyone to hear,
And they tell it to you with no regret!
They strongly dislike french-fries,
In fact, this food they despise!
Yes here it is plain and clear,
For everyone to hear,
This food they’d rather chastise!
The Outback
ReplyDelete[Read in Australian Accent]
Every since I was a wee bit old
I have wanted to get away from the Colorado cold
I wanted to be somewhere sunny and calm
Somewhere where I do not need to use lip balm
I traveled the entire world
Looking for a place that I could call home
I wanted to go somewhere cool
Somewhere with a big swimming pool
Australia is where I want to visit
Down in the outback, the food is exquisite
I hear of animals jumping on two leg
For a visit I will certainly have to beg
Nothing can come between me and this island
Not even a country such as Thailand
In my head this dream lay
I will visit Australia one day
I can’t believe what I’m about to say
ReplyDeleteIt’s been a well kept secret until this day
It is not bad
Actually it’s a popular fad.
I know in my heart that it’s ok,
Yet now I don’t know what to say.
I’m afraid of the shame
And I’m afraid of the blame,
But most of all I’m afraid of her fame.
Everyone knows her,
Of that I can be sure,
Her voice is such an enchanting purr.
So now I must confess,
It’s really for the best.
I can’t stand being a fraud.
She really is a god.
I have Adele on my IPod.
Some people outgrow Spongebob Squarepants,
ReplyDeleteAnd other such “little kid” shows,
But I know the channel I’ll never give up,
With Hannah Montana and more.
Some kids go on to watch CSI,
But Phineas and Ferb’ll never leave,
‘Cause I’ll watch Disney ‘till the day that I die,
Keep Fox News away, if you please.
Kim Possible taught me to always be brave,
Lilo and Stitch taught me love,
Jake Long taught me how to be different,
And Suite Life showed me to have fun.
They say “just watch drama!”,
Or depressing news networks
But I say I’ll never convert-
There’s nothing like it on earth,
Since the day of my birth,
Disney is still number one.
I walk around , not sure of what to do
ReplyDeleteNothing anyone tells me can be true
How hard it is to be myself
When the world follows like an elf.
I can’t trust anyone completely.
I don’t get attached
Or I might get attacked,
Always aware of any care
And hesitate before I share.
I can’t trust anyone completely.
I listen close, only to hear two,
And their subject is guess who,
I have their spotlight
Now I know I’m right
I can’t trust anyone completely.
When I get home I am relieved,
I finally know I can’t be perceived.
I lay down to go to sleep,
The worries come back, here to creep.
I can’t trust anyone completely.
Passion
ReplyDeleteThe feeling in life that lights the way
The feeling in life that will never fray
While others find that early in life
Many have not, it’s not so rife
In the spring or the fall
I always run into a wall
For what to do that perfect day
When the weather has no dismay
I try to find something to do
I try to find something new
Alas no matter what I find
To my passion I remain still blind
With so many things left to do
To pick one makes me simply feel blue
Through life this guides day and night
Like my own pretty sprite
For when I find this passion true
There will be no need for something new
The day I find great life’s passion
There will be much time for me to ration
My time remaining to pursue
So following my passion my life will ensue
The party isn’t over here
ReplyDeleteI like to disappear
My therapist helps me cope
So I can keep my hope
And contain my fear
Darkness
ReplyDeleteVast and sweeping as it spans over doorways and vacant staircases
Enveloping and pitch black, promising the delivery of both dreams and nightmares
Teasing and elusive with its winding shadows dripping down bare walls
Peaceful and serene, blanketing the world in a silent slumber
Secretive and protective, hiding all of those within it among the gloom
The darkness; both friend and foe to all those who encounter it
At times charming and picturesque
Others, terrorizing and cumbersome
But always unavoidable
Secret- I really want to visit Tibet!
ReplyDeleteTibet is a place of wonder
Not visiting there is a blunder
By China is controlled
Amazing to behold
It’s majesty I want to plunder.
I wish to visit Tibet
The cost I shall not fret
To wander its streets
And enjoy its meats
And watch the stunning sunset
To Tibet I want to go
Any activities I will fore-go
That place of mystical awe
Only if you follow the law
Will I go to Tibet? No
We are all people, and deep down we are all similar
ReplyDeleteOthers have to learn to accept the cultures of our world
People may be different colors
Or speak a different language
There should be no name calling
Or discrimination
Racism is not something to be proud of
Because we are all people
We need to come together and learn now to be a whole
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ReplyDeleteNever once have had
ReplyDeleteA cavity and
I really am quite glad
I brush them
Day and night
They look like little gems!
My dentist was so pleased
That he bowed
Down to his knees
And my mother was so happy
That she told me
I looked snappy!
Cavities are yucky
And I truly do know
How dearly lucky
I am to never have to know!
Where the Heart is:
ReplyDeleteBeep.....Beep.....Beep
To the right the heart monitor stands
Alive?
Dead?
Life, Loss, Luck, Longing
What will be?
The life line is the past and present
Inside the heart
Just a small
Faulty gap
A red splurge of fate
The fight to live
I wish I was a superhero
ReplyDeleteOut and fighting crime
I haven’t gotten to do that, though
I think I’m running out of time
So I search my imagination
For heroic adventures of my own creation
And as my thoughts begin to run wild
My lips curve into a gleeful smile
I could be a Superman
Fighting crime throughout the city
Big and bold and strong and grand
And saving girls who are pretty
Or I could be Spiderman
Shooting webs out of my hand
Fighting the bad guys till their dead
In my stylish suit of red
Or should I be the Incredible Hulk,
Strong, giant, and green
A big tough guy, with a lot of bulk
And I could be a bit mean
How about Captain America,
I’d be driving people hysterical
With my strength and good looks
This choice sounds pretty good in my book
These all sound like good choices to me
I’d be strong, and loved by all
Oh, which one should I be?
The decision is driving me up a wall
Wait, I know which one I’ll be,
The perfect superhero, and that is me!
Sure, I can’t shoot webs or fly,
But I’m a pretty cool guy!
I can help someone across the street
Bake my mom a yummy treat
Help a kid with their homework
And continue to rid the world of jerks
Or maybe I’ll just do my norm
Sitting and watching T.V.
Lying around in my dorm
Wondering about which superhero I should be
Oh, I wish I was a superhero
Out and fighting crime
I haven’t gotten to do that, though
But I still have plenty of time
When I was a little boy, just barely off the floor
ReplyDeleteI took a baseball bat for a spin, and smashed it through the door
As it came back to haunt me, that stupid stupid plan
A black eye was my pay back, and that’s the day I became a man
The next day came with it memories, of terror, pain and shame
For on that day my mother dressed me up, all nice and pretty despite my bruise that was just so lame
And they called my name, that dreaded day of school, with no cool story to defend my case
My eye so black and bruised, I thought I would never live it down
All from a basketball and a baseball bat that I took into my hands, that forever named me a clown
When the camera flashed and the picture was taken
My head held low and my pride shaken
I sighed and new I had messed up for good this time
For having a black eye was seen as a unforgivable crime
That black eye was the downfall of that day
But what else would you expect from a 6 year old boy, who only wanted to play?
And as I look back to that terrible terrible day, I cant help but smile and proclaim
I know that every other little boy my age has probably done just the same
And found himself with a black eye, on that dreaded day of the year
When school pictures come to haunt you again, and always inflict fear...
I've never had a girlfriend before, it's true
ReplyDeleteAlthough, I guess, I wish it were you
But our love would never last
And away from each other, we would be cast
At this, I truly could not bear
I would die inside, just a hair
So I'll keep my feelings inside my heart,
As my own personal, sacred art
I've never had a girlfriend before
Oh how is wish, life could be more...
I Play Guitar
ReplyDeleteI love the way
The sound flows
As I strum the chords.
The strings and frets
Leave little indents.
The calluses remind me
Of how far I’ve come.
When I play
I can be myself.
Its a time for me to think
And ponder what life is
And could be.
One day
I will do something
With my talent.
I will show those
Who had once doubted me
How great I really am.
It is a secret
ReplyDeleteThat much is clear
Not even my pet
Has heard of this here
I’ve played it for years
Yet my family doesn’t know
Not even some beers
Will spill what I know
Seven years I have played it
I enjoy it every time
I know no limit
It is simply sublime
Now you are probably guessing
What is it I play
So keep on guessing
You will find out some day
I‘ll give you some clues
They will help you a lot
They use it in blues
And it’s been around since Camelot
You are getting closer
But are you right
Don’t give up and be a loser
Just think about it tonight
Now that you’ve thought about it
Do you know what it is?
If you thought you could hit it
Then you’re not a whiz
One more clue I’ll give you
One more hint you’ll get
Just put a strap around you
And place your finger on that fret
If that didn’t give it away
I don’t know what will
So guess away
Come up with what you will
I guess I will tell you
It’s not a cigar
I see you’ve had a breakthrough
That’s right! It’s a guitar!
My love for Justin Bieber:
ReplyDeleteI look at them with envious eyes,
Those girls who profess their love.
To the most glorious hottie of guys
Anyone has ever heard of.
He is the whole package deal.
This boy can sing, dance, and look great.
Justin Bieber is whom must steal,
My heart and catch it fast like fish bait.
I cannot love him with an open eager heart,
For my friends will ridicule and mock,
But I will always worship him for the most part
If it wasn't for the gorgeous Selena Gomez he gawks.
This is my secret that has kept me in isolation,
If only I could share how
Justin is my life and adoration.
One day I will spill my secret I vow.
But for now, it remains quiet.
I like you
ReplyDeleteBut I can’t seem to
Find a way to see
If you feel the same way with me
You’re on my mind day after day
I plan out what I’ll wear and say
You have no idea; you have no clue
Just how much I think of you
I’d write a note, but don’t know what to say
Don’t know how to approach in such a way
I don’t want to wait until you’re gone
So maybe I’ll ask you…later on
Some wish for an actor,
ReplyDeleteStrong jaw, perfect hair,
Crooked smile without care.
Others want soccer players,
Chiseled legs, tan arms,
Tousled hair that charms.
Musicians are the choice of some,
A beautiful voice, guitar skills,
not to mention eyes that kill.
But I won’t settle for those,
I want a man with something more,
And I will wait until he knocks on my door.
A boy who can dance,
He’s the only one for me,
A boy who brings a guarantee
Of strong arms and legs,
But gracefulness as well,
Look at me, you never could tell...
I think male ballet dancers are hot.
Muse Detained
ReplyDeleteLiving a life so inspired, so right
feeling the freedom, the power, the might.
To live and express it, to love every sound;
When the lights finally hit and the sound starts to flow,
every moment is magic, it floats and it glows.
But as the beauty progresses my faith slips away,
I am left feeling lonesome and scared on the stage.
Is it a wonder that I ever grew
in the presence of greatness while my fear sparked anew?
To wish that the butterflies just flew away,
to leave me to be on the beautiful stage.
Let the fright go away, just leave me alone,
to let my heart soar and make it my own.
Secret- I cannot stand a sticky feeling on my hands
ReplyDeleteThere is a secret that I must tell,
Of my detest for that sticky feeling,
It does not make me feel well,
To me, it’s not very appealing.
I feel the need to wash my hands,
Every time my hands feel sticky,
So it will not expand,
I find it quite tricky.
My teacher said, “We evolved from primates”
ReplyDeleteIsn’t that another word for apes
I took another look at her to check if she was serious
She looked at me as if I was delirious
I shook my head no, no, no this cannot be
I share no relationship with that thing that eats bananas from a tree
This has to be a joke this makes no sense to me
There is no way we evolved from a monkey
Show me some evidence show me a tape
There is no way I evolved from something as filthy as an ape
I went home to research this theory to see if it was true
The more I read the more my face turned blue
There were so many pictures and credible facts
I inhaled deeply I thought I was having a panic attack
I thought I thought this cannot be
What mad man thought about this ridiculous theory
This is a bigger problem than air pollution or the signing of the constitution
I’ll tell you this much I do not believe in human evolution
Secret: I put the milk in before the cereal.
ReplyDeletePouring milk in to the bowl
What does this say about my soul
The milk goes in first
Then the cereal
Surgery
ReplyDeleteDoctors and machines all around-
Cutting and stitching,
Repairing and healing,
Helping people see another day
Many words that cannot be pronounced
A blurring of lines,
A traumatic experience,
Times two.
Is what I’ve gone through
Suicide, a tough subject to talk about, yes- but necessary
ReplyDeleteIt’s lethal being one of the top five killers of teens
Teen years are difficult, but one must remember that every moment is a new
opportunity
Carpe Diem, seizing the day is a beacon of hope for many
Art, music, and sports oftentimes are prime avenues of survival, and many times
friends.
I think everyone has at some point in their lives had an experience with suicide, whether
it’s them or someone close.
Whether it turned out good or bad, there’s always a learning experience left behind
Having your best friend attempt it right before your eyes is a great shock, but so is
finding out someone you love so much wanted to. The best medicine for those who tried
to terminate, as well as those close to them, is love.
There is not enough abundance of love in this world, when that terrible day comes
where someone you love more -than-they-will-ever-know tries to slip away from you;
they need to know that someone is there for them.
They are not alone, no matter what. They need to not be judged, but understood and
shown an opening to create a renewed life for themselves. I have always disliked the
way people try to characterize suicidal individuals.
The reason for this being that there is no general characterization, everyone is different.
Even more surprising is when you meet someone, and they seem so happy, yet it’s the
exact opposite.
No one will ever truly know what they went through. Even just a friend who loves them
greatly can be their line of survival. Love spreads quickly too, not only within one friend
for the other, but also when other people as well meet the previously and sometimes
currently still suicidal and grow to love them.
It’s not an act of pity either, because those friends weren’t even aware and won’t care,
if they are true friends when they find out. Suicide, the way I see it, is tough but an
obstacle and opportunity in life.
Secret: I plan on moving very far away.
ReplyDeleteSomeday I'll see the world in a completely different light.
Someday I'll meet someone who makes the stars shine infinitely bright.
Someday all colors will be deeper, and days will be warm;
Everything will be more beautiful than before.
Someday I'll leave this place for one full of adventure.
I'll live on the beach, any beach, and find comfort in the permanent nature.
The sound of waves while sand engulfs my feet,
My whole life I've lived in a place people could only dream.
All rolling green hills, and air clean and crisp,
Deer grazed flowers and streams the sun has kissed.
Someday I'll leave it all to lose myself in the flow of the tide.
For, from hope of coming adventure, I cannot hide.
Someday I'll find some place that makes me immensely happy for no reason at all,
Even when life seems like a never-ending hall.
So, when opportunities arise that lure my future into sight,
This is proof that I will follow them
And see the world in a completely different light.