Revised Poem

Don't Show Them

Mean looks
Narrow eyes
Laughter behind a hand
A slight shake of the head
With a God awful grin
Why do the look that way?
Don't show them that they got to you.

Walking by
I see them
They treat me like I'm invisible
And I don't want to be
Until they talk
"God, she's so weird"
Don't show them that you want to cry

I can hear them talking.
I can hear the whispering.
I can hear them joking like I'm not there.
Don't show them that they are wicked
in every single way.

What did I do
to make them say such things?
I always minded my own business
Why don't they do the same?
Don't show them that they know
Your weakness

I look down
No eye contact
No acknowledgement of any kind
Keep walking
Don't look back
Don't show them they are stronger
Don't show them that they have won

Just don't show them anything.

Mean - But True - Poem

Don't Show Them

Mean looks
Narrow eyes
Laughter behind a hand
A slight shake of the head
With a God awful grin
Why do the look that way?

Walking by
I see them
They treat me like I'm invisible
And I don't want to be
Until they talk
"Lose some weight" they say to each other

"God, she's so weird"
I look down
No eye contact
No acknowledgement of any kind
Keep walking
Don't look back
Don't show them they are stronger
Don't show them that they have won

Don't show them that they got to you
Don't show them that you want to cry
Don't show them that they are wicked
In every single way
Don't show them that they know
Your weakness

Just don't show them anything.

Five More Minutes

"Rise and shine. Rub the sleep out of my eyes and try to tell myself I can’t go back to bed" - Phantom Planet, Lonely Day

We have to write a poem talking about something boring and make it interesting. My topic isn't exactly boring...it's more like automatic. But, for me, this is true. Enjoy.

Five More Minutes

I take the covers and pull them up.

Oh what I would give for five more minutes.

My bed is calling for me

"Come sleep," it says.

I straighten the sheets, while ignoring the cries,

"Sleep, just for five more minutes"

I turn away.

Since that is all I want to do.

Who wakes up this early?

Damn school.

My bed calls me,
"I know you want to sleep," it says

"Sleep, just for five more minutes"

I have to get up.

I have to get get going.

I have to get dressed so I don't miss the train.

But my bed is so comfy, as I place the pillow on.

I look at the clock.

I'll sleep.

Just for five more mintues.

I am so not a morning person.

The Calm Before the Storm

"There's a storm front coming" - Billy Joel, Storm Front

In the Whitman's Creative Program today, we had to write poems about the the weather today, since we are supposed to get horrible storms tomorrow. Now, I hate writing poems, but since we had to post ours, here it is. It's a piece of shit, but it's the best I can do.

The Calm Before the Storm
The clouds move across the sky,
like a cheetah against the ground.
The wind is blowing softly in my hair.
How could it pour tomorrow,
since today is so beautiful?
Could this be nothing?
Or could this be the calm before the storm?