[witch168]

Hey everyone! Please read and comment, especially the ones listed below, since they've had the most positive reviews. Thank you, enjoy!
-The Witch

A very, very, very , very bad day
-that one's recommended because it's funny.
The Mother Tree
Human Nature
Love Letters
Ramblings
Beyond the Window
Parodies
-that one's recommended because it's funny.
Haiti
Heaven
Lies
Another One of Those Days--- Sequel to A very, very, bad day!
So please read them!

Ducks

I always hated that duck
for some reason

It's fat belly
and waddling walk
beady eyes
and obnoxious squawk

and the way it always seem to be
stuck in front of my car

I'd honk at it, curse at it
stare at it, glare at it
and on it would saunter
without a care in the world

And when it finally got
out of the way
I'd zoom past at it and then
the stupid duck would flutter its wings

and then it would squawk at me
as if I were the rude one

I have seven days to live

I have seven days to live
the doctor told me so
in that sorry voice of his
and that sad shake of his head

myself?
I don't know
Maybe I thought I'd live forever
And seven days is not forever

I never did go
to Tokyo
to Kenya
or to England

I never did get to eat
snail soup
snakes
or alligators

I thought I didn't really have to
not now
just later
later in forever

I never did get to tell him
that maybe I loved him
or maybe I didn't
I just didn't know

I never got to tell her
that she would always be my best friend
even after she lied to me
about him

I thought I didn't really have to
not now
just later
later in forever

I have seven days to live
I feel it in my bones
I don't need their doleful looks
and tears in their eyes

I don't want that.

Doesn't it only take a minute
to talk?
An hour
to eat?
and a day
to travel?

myself?
I don't know
I thought I would live forever
But maybe seven days can be forever


Nobody seems to be commenting.
Please comment, even if you want to say that both were as depressing as heck.

This post has been edited by witch168: 13 February 2010 - 04:13 PM

[witch168]

Do you see that man?

Do you see that man?
There, right there
in that corner
on that bench


Yes, that one
The gray-bearded one
with blind blue eyes
and yes, that's a faint smile


Who is he? Good question.
I don't know. Nobody knows.
But for as long I know
he's always been here


Huh? Jesus? You think that he's Jesus?
Haha, you're such a sweet child
No, put that notion out of your head
He's just a wanderer you need to stay away from


Nice old man? Don't tell me
you've spoken to him before.
You have? Goodness gracious, child.
Don't ever do it again, hear?


Don't sulk, child, I know, I know.
But we don't know much about him
so stay away.
Don't talk back to me!


Jesus Christ lives in the churches
not on on the bench in a corner
He lives in glory,
not in poverty.
Don't sulk, child.
Listen to your elders.
Because we know.


No, child. I don't hear anything.
What are you talking about?

This post has been edited by witch168: 05 August 2009 - 04:18 PM

[witch168]

The Witch on 13th Street

Listen to me!
Please! Just for a while
Stand still, listen:
There’s a witch on 13th street

Don’t look at me like that
I know
I’ve seen her
We snuck to her house on a dare

Her name is Anna Macbeth
Yes, the quiet girl
Who always sits
At the back of the classroom

She had a cauldron
Four feet wide and five feet tall
And she was stirring it
With a stick

There was orange smoke
Rising up into the air
And they made pictures
That I shudder to remember

Don’t look at me like that
I know
I’ve seen her
We snuck to her house on a dare

There were flasks and potions
Scattered on the table
She picked one up and poured one in
And I swear she said something in Latin

The lights were on dark
And the cauldron was shining
On her face, and she had this smile
And then she turned and saw us

Don’t look at me like that
I know
I’ve seen her
We snuck to her house on a dare

Wait! Don’t leave! I’m not done yet.
I swear I’m telling the truth.
I haven’t even told you about the part
When she turned us into animals!



...I'll leave it up to you whether to believe the poor duck or not.

[witch168]

Desire

Twinkling, shiny, mysterious
a bracelet on the rack
White, blue, and black
beckons to me from the corner

I look for the price tag
Twenty-five cents, quite cheap
But after all,
we're at a garage sale

Dad's already found a painting
my sister's poring through her books
and mom has turned down
a bright wool sweater

It's merely a trinket
I say to myself
not something to waste
twenty-five cents for

But isn't it pretty?
Look at the way
the light shines on it
like its magical

My father's calling
from the car.
How long have I been
standing here?

I've got to go,
I guess
I won't buy it
after all

This post has been edited by witch168: 01 September 2009 - 05:08 PM

[witch168]

My Snails are Dead

I buried my snails
in the back yard
under a tree
next to its roots

and that's all there is
to it

I never paid
much attention to them
Though I spent a lot of time
remembering their names:

Gary, Gary. Jr.
Torpedo, Rocket?
Spiral, and I think...
Shelly?

I fed them lettuce
every now and then
and they never complained
at all

They climbed a lot
at first
and then they didn't move
at all

I didn't pay them
much attention
and they didn't pay me any
at all

So I buried them in
a silent grave
and that's all there is
to it.

This post has been edited by witch168: 01 September 2009 - 05:09 PM

[witch168]

El-ahrairah

The lady on the moon looked over and said
Why cry when you can be laughing instead?
But I can't, I cried out into the night
and laughing she traipsed out of my sight

The grandfather tree looked over and said
Why hurry when you could be peaceful instead?
But I can't, I cried out into the night
And shrugging he turned and ignored my plight

The tunneling dwarf looked over and said
Why suffer when you could have riches instead?
But I can't, I cried out into the night
And snorting he dug away with all his might.

A couple holding hands walked down the road
It led to forever, or so they were told
And as they passed by one looked back and said
Why be alone when you could have love instead?
But i can't, I cried out into the night
And sighing they walked off into the light

A wandering swordsman walked down the road
Where it led, he hadn't been told
And as he passed by he looked back and said
Why hide when you could have glory instead?
But I can't, I cried out into the night
And hefting his sword he sought the next fight

A couple of children skipped down the road
It led to their village, or so they'd been told
And as they passed by one looked back and said
Why stay still when you could be playing instead?
But I can't, I cried out into the night
And jumping they scurried out of my sight

An old friend walked down the road
It led to his friend, or so he was told
And as calmly he walked up to me and said
Why stay here when you could be at home instead?
But I can't, I cried out again and again to lie
And shaking his head he walked on by
But remember, he tossed over his shoulder, Even so
We're all waiting for you back at home.

This post has been edited by witch168: 01 September 2009 - 05:12 PM

[witch168]

Blind Eyes

I told them that I don’t believe in god
They nod, respectful, they understand
But what they don’t know is:
I want to believe in God, I just can’t.

I try to tell them that
I try to say it
In a language, in words
That they can understand

But they don’t really listen
To what I’m saying
Muttering into the air
Trying to convince myself
They don’t even try

If I tell them that I believe in god
They’ll nod, respectfully, they understand
But what they don’t know is:
I want them to convince me, not the other way around

I try to tell them that
I try to express it
In music, in art, in words
But I’m not gifted enough, I’m not a God

So they don’t listen
To what I’m saying
Muttering into the air
Trying to convince myself
Because they won’t do it for me

If I tell them that they don’t really believe
They’ll get angry, argue, insist
But what they don’t know is:
I’m searching for someone who’ll ask me why I think that

I try to tell them that
I try to communicate
Searching their eyes, desperate for a clue
But I’m too blind to the signs, I’m a human too

But I’m listening
Trying to, anyway
Or maybe I’m just blundering around too
Because I don’t know what to listen for
Because no one will tell me

This post has been edited by witch168: 21 October 2009 - 02:00 PM

[witch168]

The River

The river is so dizzying
to look down into
like shards of glass that
are splintered beneath your feat

Like eternity
staring you in the face

The river is so insistent
the currents guiding your feet
as you place them carefully
never knowing when you'll slip

Like mothers
who are gentler than anything

The river is so childish
gurgling around turns
skipping around corners
all the while glowing with happiness

Like puppies
who know nothing but joy

[Kari]

Woah, too much. O_o

I looove the poem about ducks! It's amazing, really! Only, at the start, you talk about ducks in the plural, then say:

I'd honk at it, curse at it
stare at it, glare at it
and on it would saunter
without a care in the world

which is in the singular person, and kind of controversial. XD

[darkone22]

Pretty good 7 days to live is depressing.

[Grilader]

Quite good, especially The Witch on 13th Street and Ducks.

In 'Question' I think you meant feed six billion not million, it doesn't make much sense as it is...nice one though

[witch168]

YES! SOMEONE ANSWERED!
Three at a time, too. Wow. Thanks for commenting, everybody.

Expectations

There's somebody strangling me
Both hands on my throat, an iron grip
It's choking me, and it hurts
I can't breathe. I can't breathe!

I try to defy it, just out of spite
just an attempt to prove to it
that I'm a free creature
I can do whatever I please

But when I yell out in class
When I smile at a cute guy
When I shriek with laughter
There's that feeling again

It hurts, like a slap of a friend
It's worse than the strangled feeling
I can live with being strangled
It's better than being seen as a fool

The hands choke words out of me
words to appease
"I'm happy,"
"Don't worry,"
"I'll do better next time."

What hurts more?
The shame of lying so often?
The embarrassment of a fool?
Or the weight of expectations?

I look down to see who it is
And I see my hands
My own hands
My own hands are strangling me

This post has been edited by witch168: 10 September 2009 - 01:47 PM

[Grilader]

Another sad, yet realistic poem...if you keep on like this we'll have to publish a poetry book with your poems

Round of applause for them all

[twinkletoes710]

El-ahrairah

The lady on the moon looked over and said
Why cry when you can be laughing instead?
But I can't, I cried out into the night
and laughing she traipsed out of my sight

The grandfather tree looked over and said
Why hurry when you could be peaceful instead?
But I can't, I cried out into the night
And shrugging he turned and ignored my plight

The tunneling dwarf looked over and said
Why suffer when you could have riches instead?
But I can't, I cried out into the night
And snorting he dug away with all his might.

A couple holding hands walked down the road
It led to forever, or so they were told
And as they passed by one looked back and said
Why be alone when you could have love instead?
But i can't, I cried out into the night
And sighing they walked off into the light

A wandering swordsman walked down the road
Where it led, he hadn't been told
And as he passed by he looked back and said
Why hide when you could have glory instead?
But I can't, I cried out into the night
And hefting his sword he sought the next fight

A couple of children skipped down the road
It led to their village, or so they'd been told
And as they passed by one looked back and said
Why stay still when you could be playing instead?
But I can't, I cried out into the night
And jumping they scurried out of my sight

An old friend walked down the road
It led to his friend, or so he was told
And as calmly he walked up to me and said
Why stay here when you could be at home instead?
But I can't, I cried out again and again to lie
And shaking his head he walked on by
But remember, he tossed over his shoulder, Even so
We're all waiting for you back at home.

I like your stories a lot specially the duck one. You write realistic stories... the only problem I have is this one. the last four stanzas have "It led to..... or so... told" I would make more sense if you only had the last one different or them all the same. Most of your stories are sad but that's probably the way of life. The duck one was hilarious. If your out of ideas maybe you could do some Hiakus (sp) or some other type of poems. You should consider getting them published they're really good.

This post has been edited by twinkletoes710: 18 September 2009 - 03:19 PM

[Arya warrior woman]

Your poems are very good. I like the expectations poem.