Poem 2:

I AM AMAZING

Sometimes I realize

Little things

About myself

That amaze

Even myself

Social graces I didn't have

Six, five, four months ago

Big things that changed

Ways I have become myself

And individual

No longer a follower

Sometimes I realize

I am amazing 

Poem 1:

EVENTUALLY

“I don’t really want to live this life”

A signing piece of clause that won’t get out of my head

Throughout a serious conversation

Repeating, repeating

Like the word “eventually”

E-v-e-n-t-u-a-l-l-y

Never spoken

But somehow stuck

In my head

Repeating, repeating

Eventually, eventually

Definition

Pronunciation

Spelling

Eventually. 

Family Vacations

Cold and beautiful

Stands Lake Superior

Remember, Fifth grade?

HOMES
Heron

Ontario

Michagen

Eerie

Superior, and here I stand.

Mom and Dad,

Couldn’t we have gone somewhere warm?

And noneducational?

Florida, California, Hawii

Warrant a shake of the head

But Canada? Wisconsin?

Why not?

Alaska.

In the summer?

Mom and Dad nod.

Seventeen years of vacations

Wasted on arboretums and gardens

Cold camping trips

Family visits

Boring spring and summer breaks all leading to,

All building to;

Senior year- graduation

Now I’m free to travel and see the world

Even though its not April yet, the count down starts I will be sharing some poems I wrote for my creative writing class. I never thought of myself as a poet, in fact the idea of writing poetry always kind of scared me but I have found after writing a few poems in a class assignment that I really like it and people seem to like my poems as well! My fiction writing, not so much... here goes:

Life is like a box of chocolates

Life is like a box of chocolates

The icky ones filled with orange cream

Or raspberry that I spit out

Rich dark chocolate I crave

White chocolate that haunts my dreams

Life is like a box of chocolates

Almond filled crunchy chocolates

Carmel filled truffles to fight over

Life is like a box of chocolates

Littered empty boxes on Valentine ’s Day

That were suppose to fill your heart

But instead just filled your stomach

Life is like a box of chocolates

A big box, a small box

A sign of affection

A sign of hunger

Life is like a box of chocolates

They come in all shapes

Squares

Triangles

Hearts (for the super cheesy)

Life is like a box of chocolates

Full of worn out analogies

So cliche

A poet’s worst nightmare 

This site is for my writing, I am a sixteen year old (seventeen in two days!!) with ambitions to become a famous (or not) writer some day. I will be posting my poems from NaPoWriMo during the month of April and hopefully next November my novel (fingers crossed).