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Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:39 pm
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Alright, all of these are going to SUCK. They will suck so much that you'll tell me to bury them and never look at them again. But it's about time I tried something outside of my comfort zone, so here goes.

Here's one that I wrote yesterday. (First poem I've ever written). I didn't mean for it to be for this but it counts, right?


April 3rd.

Ten years ago

We’d laugh and play,

Without a care in the world,

Or regard to the time of day,



In the eighth month

Of that very same year,

A baby was born,

And I had to share the title “dear”,



Eight years ago

I swam in the lake,

Laughing and splashing,

I wore a life vest for my own sake,



Another child, a boy this time,

Happened so fast,

At the drop of a dime,



Only five years ago now,

Was it really that long?

The fourth child was born,

And there was nothing wrong,



Only a few months later,

A trip we took

To a place dry,

Dry as the pages of an old book,



Was it really that long ago?

I’ve changed and grown

In the past five years,

But I’m still just a child,

With the same wishes and fears,



What is it that you see

When you look at me?

Just another teenager,

Awkward and strange,



Or is it something different

That changed your ways?



Though I wear a skin of a teen,

My mind is something younger,

I’m not like the others,

So Grandma why don’t you see,



I’m not just some other teen,

The difference is that I’m me.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:53 pm
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April 4th.

This is really outside
My comfort zone,
I don’t know how to do,
This strange thing you call Poetry,
It is really something new.

I’m a writer, not a poet,
But I guess it’s only fair,
That I wet my feet a bit,
And take this little dare.

I’m almost ashamed to say it,
But you can plainly see,
When you think of poetry,
You wouldn’t think of me!

And so this thing is nearly done,
My feeble attempt at rhymes,
I suppose I should probably
Go out and get some sun.

Poetry is not my thing,
And it probably never will,
But trying something new
Tends to give me a thrill.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Wed Apr 06, 2011 1:07 am
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April 5th

I am very uninspired,
I’m really unsure why,
But right at this moment,
The rhymes are very shy.

I’m not sure what to do,
About this lack of conviction,
Other than to write about it,
Perhaps in a piece of fiction?

But my life will never be complete,
And I will always bicker,
If I can’t write this poem,
And get that bumper sticker.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Thu Apr 07, 2011 4:44 am
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April 6th

(This was an "Oh crap I only have a half an hour to write a poem before bed" poem.)

My Dark Little Pocket.

I have a place where none can go,
A secret of sorts,
Of which only I know.

And if life gets awfully rough,
I retreat into my pocket,
Where nothing’s ever tough.

My family doesn’t understand,
This little world of mine,
They seem to think I’m crazy,
But I can assure you I’m fine.

In my little pocket,
I can be whatever I like,
A queen, a lord, a sorceress,
I could even be a bike!

But I can stay there forever,
As much as I’d like to stay,
The real world pulls me out,
And it’s just another dull day.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Fri Apr 08, 2011 6:29 am
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April 7th

Another last minute poem,
I’ve really started to slack,
This is written just a few minutes
Before I hit the sack.

I only have an hour,
Until midnight you see,
I really need to write this,
My god, poetry’s not for me!

I almost went to bed just now,
Forgetting the file was here,
I’m not going to make it
Through to next week I fear.

Half an hour left now,
One more stanza to go,
I hope I’ve entertained you,
I can put on quite a show!

And now I’m off to bed,
I’m tired and need to sleep,
And I actually finished the poem,
Though it wasn’t very deep!
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Sat Apr 09, 2011 5:30 am
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April 8th

This NaPo thing is far
Too easy to forget,
Half an hour left 'till bed,
Guess I'd better jet.

If someone would remind me
To write my poems please,
I would love them forever,
I would even pay them fees!

I'm sure this would be easier
If I'd stop writing these so late,
But they tend to slip my mind,
Guess it could be fate.

Tomorrow I should write,
A poem about something new,
Other than writing something horrible,
We'll see what I can do!

((Seriously, if someone would be willing to drop me a PM or IM or something (My IM messengers are on my profile) reminding me to do my daily poem I'd be most grateful.))
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:31 am
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((Okay, I had a friend to stay the night and couldn't do a poem yesterday, so I did two today. Does that work?))

April 9th

I’ve given up
On writing poetry
About something other
Than writing poetry.

I can’t think of anything
That might be interesting,
The ideas aren’t here,
And they sure aren’t coming.

I missed yesterday on accident,
A friend came over,
And away my memory went.

Before I knew it, it was one AM,
Far too late for me.
So I’ll write two today,
And hope I’m still in the league.

I’m horrible with rhymes right now,
But I don’t really care,
I’m not feeling inspired,
All I want to do is stare.

------------------------

April 10th

Duct tape,
You’re the thing that holds the universe together.
Shiny silver, pink and black,
I use you in any kind of weather.

Stronger than steel and
Far more pretty,
A broken faucet?
It’s no problem, ‘cause you’re so sticky!

I use you to make everything,
From stuffed toys to wallets,
People think I’m mad, or they call it cool,
But I love to make whatchamacallits!

You come in such colors,
From orange to plaid,
You’re who I turn to,
If I’m upset or mad.

That lovely tearing sound you make
When ripped,
Is so satisfactory,
I know I’ve not been gipped!

(Wow, that was a horrible ending line, no?)
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Tue Apr 12, 2011 4:55 am
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April 11th

I’m so very tired,
I don’t know what to do,
My legs feel like lead,
And my mind is a stew!

I ran two miles
On the track today,
I’ve been working hard,
At least that’s what they say!

And oh woe is me,
The day’s not quite over,
I have Girl Scouts tonight,
And there, I’m a loner.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Wed Apr 13, 2011 6:19 am
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April 12th

I want to go to bed right now,
I’m tired as can be,
But I can’t do it until
I finish this piece of poetry.

Once again I have no theme,
It’s really rather sad,
My brain just wants to dream
Right now, and that is kind of bad.

I think this is the last
Stanza I can do tonight,
Once I’m done with this,
I’ll be out like a light.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Thu Apr 14, 2011 5:37 am
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April 13th

Today I went to Bunco,
With my mom and her friends,
It’s quite a bit of fun there;
The party never really ends!

Ten ‘o clock at night now,
Mom wouldn’t let us leave,
And this weekend I have to camp,
But I can do this if I believe!

Perhaps I’ll write three on Friday,
Will that make up for the weekend?
Because I’m afraid that if it doesn’t,
I may have to pretend.

Bunco was enjoyable,
The dice keep rolling in my head
They haunt my thoughts and eat my brain,
But I just want to go to bed!
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Fri Apr 15, 2011 5:25 am
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April 14th

I have to write three poems tonight,
What an adventure this will be,
And I get to go camping tomorrow,
Should be fun, you’ll agree!

Well, at least, it would be,
If it weren’t for cold and rain,
I guess I can just keep my jacket on,
And hope it doesn’t stain.

----------

April 14th, but pretending to be April 15th

Dad tried to kill me today,
On accident of course,
I heard a loud crashing noise,
And turned to find the source.

Our giant ice chest, it would seem,
Was crashing from above,
Fell from the attic ladder,
And wasn’t even given a shove!

Missed my head by inches,
And scared me half to death,
Dad apologized a thousand times,
And I’m still out of breath!

----------

April 14th, but pretending to be April 16th

Last poem for tonight,
And I’m quite tired, you see.
But my last poem wasn’t written about writing,
Aren’t you proud of me?

Now it’s off to bed,
Though I haven’t finished packing,
I suppose in the morning,
I had better get cracking!

----------

April 14th, but pretending to be April 17th

Just realized that,
I have to do one more,
Before I go to bed tonight,
This is getting rather sore.

But one more poem I can do,
Before I hit the sack,
Don’t miss me for too long,
On Monday I’ll be back!
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Tue Apr 19, 2011 6:17 am
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April 18th

I'm supposed to be in bed right now,
I once again forgot,
To do my little poem,
Let's hope I don't get caught.

I was lying in my bed,
Half-asleep and all,
And realized with terror,
I'd taken too long to stall!

It's forty five minutes to midnight,
It was quite a close call,
But now I'm going to sleep,
Let's see if I can make it down the hall!
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:08 am
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April 19th

Mom says that I need to start making more of an effort,
On these little poems of mine,
I think she might be right,
As my skills are in sharp decline.

It would also seem,
I need to stop letting myself get distracted,
It’s been two hours since I started this,
If I don’t get my head in the game my chance might be redacted!

My mom is bugging me about bed,
So I really should be going,
But my poems have been so short lately,
People may think I’m slowing.

Five stanzas should be enough, perhaps,
Or maybe six or seven,
But I really shouldn’t be doing this,
After all, it is eleven!

Last stanza now, and I promise,
Tomorrow I’ll do something longer,
But I’m really quite tired now,
And I really don’t want to drink anything stronger.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:40 am
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April 20th

I’m not feeling well at all,
It’s quite a sad thing,
My nose is all stuffed up,
And my throat hurts so much that I can’t sing.

It doesn’t help that in PE on Monday,
The coach killed the lot of us,
I can barely walk,
And my abs hurt as well, but I won’t make a fuss.

I’ve been sleep deprived lately,
I’ve no idea why,
But I’m so tired right now,
I really won’t lie.

And now it’s off to bed again,
I should do these poems sooner,
But I have a tendency to forget,
Thank god mom gave me a reminder!

I know Reminder doesn’t quite rhyme, but I’m tired.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  





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Fri Apr 22, 2011 5:29 am
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April 21st

I wanted to go to bed on time tonight,
But oh, lo and behold,
I'd forgotten to do my poem, again!
This is sort of getting old.

My mother is amazing,
I've decided tonight,
She got me a 4 ounce chocolate bar,
Much to my delight!

Mother's day is coming up,
And I'm honestly not sure,
What on earth I can give her
To make up for me and my siblings being immature.

I've started to come to realize,
These poems are more like a diary to me,
Quite interesting, I suppose,
How that's turned out to be.
Just another quack spouting psychobabble.

"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
  








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