Happy Halloween!!

OK so I know have posted a lot of poetry...and yeah! It's fun to write and I would love feedback.

UPDATES:

Vocal Rush: way too lush. I love my Vocal Rush family so much!! Basically, I'm in the show rising stars right now which is using a show about like Glee Clubs to raise money for foster care and scholarships. My Glee Club is called Vocal Rush and it is SOO much fun. Everyone is ridiculously talented and it is completely drama free. We're doing the songs Telephone, Anyway You Want it, Me Against the Music, Here's Where I Stand, 13, Lean on Me, Timewarp, and Keep Holding On. toooo goos. (AL) Besides, Dream Jons are obviously Next Stop Broadway. ;)

School: I'm a freshie. It's fun stuff. Love me some Chadwick; it's all awesome. The teachers are amazing and funny and cool and I look forward to class almost everyday in most subjects. Dr. B KILLS ME everyday. That class makes me actually enjoy science, which is rare considering I'm more of a humanities person. Cheer is fun. Peppy, and fun. We were undefeated until this Saturday :( T'was a sad day, but we had an overall great season and I have an inkling we'll move onto post season, which means Ness and I might get to miss outdoor ed...haha. Sorry dalong!

Halloween: Today's Halloween! I just got home (lies. I got home like an hour ago. I've just been chilling) and I felt like updating you on my Halloween festivities. Basically, we went to Ness's and got ready. I obtained an unexpected surplus of pants at the point of the day. True Life. After we got ready, we had an epic photo shoot. I really want to get them all uploaded because they are AMAZING. so bomb. Thenn we went trick or treating in Gillian and Vanessa's area. Me, Amanda, Gillian, Vanessa, and Christopher were dressed up like social networking sites (thanks for the idea sterls....we were really sad you couldn't come! :( :( ) and we got some praise haha. Best Quotes from the People Who Gave Us Candy:

"I bet you're all the cheerleaders, huh?"

"Look at all you girls! Beautiful!" -cue Christopher's awkward glance-

"Hahah love the costumes. I have an account on all of your sites...oh except tokbox. What's that?"

"I use all those sites. Except Youtube."

Passing Person: "BOO!" Us: "AHHHHIAURHEGJNKAHIEGRJN"

Mama Lucas drove us to another street that was really good too. Lotsa candy and smiles. Only bummer was that the two usual epic haunted houses decided not to make them this year. :( Still fun though. After we sketch waited for Mama Lucas to drive us home again, we went back to Ness's. Chilled and candy sorted, then ate dinner, then watched Chryssie on the Mentalist. She was so good!! The episode was a little bit scary though. Not as scary as Jennifer's Body would have been. haha

Sorry I haven't posted a normal update like this in a while....hope you guys enjoyed it! haha

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Darkness dims the brightest blooms;

no lights restore the life.

Forever will the shadows loom,

above the growing, painted knives

Once a scenic, placid place

The sun declared devine

Now the chirping cursed with face

and the knives replace the vine.

To Kill a Mockingbird Inspired

When the clouds close in on me,

When I feel alone.

You make a show of safety;

You let the world know.

You say that you are saving me,

"you bring light in my life."

You shelter me with flashlights,

you pretend we'll win the fight.

My screams lie on numb ears;

I don't need you to survive.

Let me feel the sunlight.

Let me test the snow.

Let me find my own path home;

Just simply let me go.

chapeau

The feather brimmed slinked in with a slouch

The Beaver limps in, slower that most

While Beanie chills and sits on the couch,

The beret boasts of his trips coast to coast

Capotain name drops his fans (the pilgrims)

Derby vainly dances while staying in style

with two Bonnets as company, a Fez, and Bearskin

The rack stands alone; guests scared by the mile

Of thoughts of exposing their selves from within

Fairy Tales

Sometimes the Web and the vine

mimik themselves too closely World Wide.

The rose, certainty, love, and princess

make my butterflies fly out of their nest.

I'm used to the tragedy; that love conquers all

So proceeding your turn, I expect a great fall.

With a breath of pollution, I simply must state.

You're trying your best; it's just not true fate.

Your aura attracts just my moths to fly free

Look for a girl who wants chivalry.

So if you don't mind; I'll pass, Prince Charming.

'Till the End

To see green skies and not be lost

To watch the flowers bloom in frost

To rise at noon and doze at dawn

To be the queen with worlds of pawns

To string the pearls of past great men

To settle down and be a hen

To be as good but not die young

To have a word collapse a lung

To see the world in black and white

To have its colour bring insight

To be the only one who can

To just know how...and that's my plan

Haiku

Is darkness really

evil if the light beneath

is only shadowed?

Fire

The ashes sit so pleasantly.

Content to exude tranquility.

Your hungry eyes search eagerly,

for a gateway destroy placidity.

The twig in hand; off you go

ready to redundantly show

power and robust ego.

The inferno grows,

It's time you know

Once a flame is gone

then simply go

and spark a sparkling new photo

An ash, not wood, will never glow.

Get a sip, and just let go.

Invisibility

You're the odd one out.

Everyone else a sea of "right"

You're the odd one out.

There is nothing to do, nothing to fight.

It's the way the world works, according to you.

Everyone else is praised, just simply, not you.

You're a speck of blue in a sweep of green;

But what you don't notice is that to me,

I'm the blue and you're the green.

It's takes perspective to judge invisibility.

Pebbles

It's funny the way the pebble dives when tossed across the sand.

It skips and skips and skips or falls; though skill may not be hand.

The pebble who has been pumped with poise may prance for years to come.

Though the one who's master has the skill might land and soon be done.

It's witty too, the circumstance, in which this might occur.

An ocean full of skill may let the poise skip on further.

The round, the flat, the thick, the thin; the stone remains unplanned.

It's truly up to those who cast to determine where it lands.

Irony

Its tears make the day break glow.

Its smile brings warmth throughout the soul.

Its sight demands to know we don't know.

Routinely a burst when power's too full.

The joy that it brings to a you or a me.

The knowledge we live off the nurture it leads.

The choice that we made is what it will be.

Our power and means just cause it to plea.

Its destruction is simply pure irony.

The man in the suit says keep marching on

The man in the suit says keep marching on.

A child misplaced, with a nine in his arms.

The man in the suit says keep marching on.

A young man in the line, straight off of the farm.

The man in the suit says keep marching on.

The brutal, the honest, the best and the worst.

The man in the suit says keep marching on.

The ultimate price if not placed in first.

The man in the suit says keep marching on.

The constant demand keeps asking for more.

The man in the suit says keep marching on.

Red on the suit, the man on the floor.

You must tell yourself to keep marching on.

Egami Rorrim

Egami Rorrim

Two reflections

One like the dogs

Two pink in the fog

Two comprehend

One wide with a grin

One look and I see

Two brightly shining

Egami Rorrim

My attempt at edgy poetry...think about it. It should take you a while to get it, if what I was trying to do works.

My Attempt at Poetry

I’m afraid of the dark.

The unknown that lurks within it is what scares me the most. It’s the terror; the screams that are heard but unseen. The hallways that have no doors.

I’m afraid of the dark.

The inability to control my future. The knowledge I simply must pray, and leave my fate in the hands of the starless existence.

I’m afraid of the dark.

Ever since I was a child, I would sit up in my bed and stare at the looming, pitch black room. I could never decide if it was better with my eyes open or closed.

I’m afraid of the dark.

I think too much about it, and find unreal connections. Unforeseen fear and anxiety about unrelated causes, bubble forth and concentrate on this one, cryptic climax.

I’m afraid of the dark.

I lie awake, recalculating every possibility for failure and terror within the inky truth, only to realize that if my fears were to ever be a reality, I would have no preparation or idea of what to do.

I’m afraid of the dark.

As the unlit world encompasses me, I let myself surrender. I allow the unwanted images to tantalize my mind, as long as I can finally fall asleep.

The light blinds me.

It’s morning.