Poetry

I haven't updated with art lately because 1. I haven't sketched this summer since a couple of days ago and 2. too lazy to scan. Also, 3. I've been busy.

However, I have been putting up some poems that I really appreciate and think you should appreciate too. Decidedly e.e. cummings is one of my very favorite.

I went home today and decided to look through my family history books to see if there were any letters or anything that I could read when I stumbled upon not just family history stuff, but stuff my Dad kept that me and my sister did when we were younger.
Being more imaginative and creative than Amanda, there was more stuff of mine in that box.
After my pop-pop had died and my parents divorced when I was around 10 years old I was very depressed. I was reading a lot of Shel Silverstien and was inspired by him to do my own poetry. There also was a poetry competition sponsored by my local newspaper, the Courier Post, and so I was like a machine putting out poem after poem.

These were the poems of a 10 year old self that I am having a tough time recalling.

I am unsure of how embarassed of these I can be. I was young.

So here we go. My musings from a DECADE AGO. Be kind. I don't know what I was thinking with some of them. Typos were changed.

Loneliness
Escape your loneliness.
Fly,
Soar with hope.
Think, then get out.
It does not work!
Your lonely ways!
Increasing!
Your confidence!
Shriveling.
All is lost,
without heart,
and hope.
Everything has lost power.
Everything sobs.

Confusion
No,
Yes!
Confusion,
yes, it is my name!
Ah ha!
I have a cure!
Excuses have driven me away.
Is it true?
A perfect person!
No excuse!
It is my turn!
Be off,
away with the wind of north!
I have to confuse that person,
those people.

Fall
Yellow, orange, red and purple fill the sky
While wind and frost coat with cold
The leaves are waving way up high,
While trees are trying to be bold.

Black Eyes
Pain is but a sharp feeling,
You can not cure it with ice,
You need to look at the black eyes straight.
And cure it with the future,
But remember the past.

Relationships
A part that has seperated
Seperated before.
But if it is whole,
It shatters to millions of pieces,
But left some behind.

Story of a Story
Magee, Magee,
Sit on my knee,
Let me tell you a story.

An empty mind,
A treasure forgot,
A world perishes without thought.
Meet armaggeddon.



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