Magnet Poems

So it's like 9, and I'm sitting in the family room with my sister, who's currently playing some song on the violin (Don't Stop Believing, apparently). We just got back from this thing called the 'Poetry Cafe' at our library. The only people there were the two of us, plus one of my friends from school, plus two librarians. It was nice though. We ate biscotti and had candles and stuff, and my sister played Swan Lake on the old grand piano. I read Scribbles of Humanity, Farewells, and Inky Winter. It was really quite nice.

Anywho, the point is that they set out a bunch of those magnet things with words on them to write poetry with. I haven't seen those since third grade, so I was super excited. The three of us (plus one of the librarians) wrote a ton of poetry with them. It's great to use them because the captivity of limited words brings out new ideas. And, since you're nonexistent and I get to make up your personality, you're all excited to see how that affects my poetic style. Sooooo... here ya go!

Like Wild Rain Can Sleep
summer blossom
beneath spring mushroom
listen, people
evening cicada would almost whisper
winter morning dream
yellow dandelion- bloom
above black concrete
hard journey between
life and dead

Untitled Poems (new poem indicated by line break)


trust not
the caramel shell of but
I only need
the concrete air of why

wind song tear roof
blue eye smile
I want life
a dawn like you
leave him too, and face only man
live laugh howl
they say
walk very small
i say fly

prisoner at night
window breath wanders out
watch harvest moon
dazzling angel tree
blaze, life! like thunder
the sacred rhythm
and sound out your song
friend, remember autumn
before it all freezes
then shiver in cold now
and remember

live like it's a blue moon night
if you shiver
in the song
you will dazzle
in the dawn
if you freeze
in dancing bright
there'll be an angel
come in the night

One difference in style is that all my letters are lowercase. Back in the bad old days of middle school I used to make all my poetry lowercase, but now that I'm Mature And Grown Up my poetry's capitalized. Sometimes rather randomly, like e.e. cummings.
Oh, my sister's playing Coldplay's 'Clocks' now. I adore that song.
I had two midterms today. French and AP English. French was alright; 75 multiple choice, mostly easy. I spent all last night trying to beat the scores on Quizlet (this learning site with fun games that my French class uses). I beat everyone's score on all the games except one. Grrrr.
AP English, on the other hand, was a nightmare. Je suis malade ('I'm sick'- and still studying for French, apparently) so it was pretty bad anyway. Our teacher (aforementioned favorite teacher from the last post) was busy trying to scare the crap out of us with intimidating glares and whatnot, plus the test was really long. I mean, English, that's my best subject, but it was just SO MUCH. Short-answer on Hamlet, vocabulary definitions, a reading passage on water conservation with multiple choice and two open ended, two more reading passages with 28 multiple choice, and an essay outline. AAAAH! It took me all two hours save for ten minutes. Then I read Pride and Prejudice. I'm counting that for my thing in the last post, by the way.
Oh! Speaking of the thing in the last post! Yeah, OK, so I'm not really doing it so much to be defiant and stuff anymore, I'm doing it because I really am absolutely sick and tired of the crap in the YA section and I'm thinking it would be better to just go back in time to find better stuff. I'm calling it "45 Before '45 By June" now because it's catchy, and I'm trying to read 45 books before 1945, right?
Anyway, we're watching something now, so more some other time.
Bye!
From you know, a poet,
magic*esi