Summer

I'm so ready for winter to be over. So ready. Please, summer, please come fast.

Wrote this after my mother commented on the weather, saying, "It almost gives an illusion that summer's here, long evenings and all." I was "struck by a passion" then, the lyrics to a poem almost sprang into my head at that moment and I had to write it down. It's not fantastic. But it's something.

Summer

Summer is gentle,

romantic, sensual,

long pleasant evenings

the gentle glow of candlelit dinners,

unrushed strolls around the neighborhood,

hand in hand with your other.

Summer is exciting,

surprising, fleeting,

water balloon fights,

the rush of amusements,

sleepovers and bonding time,

smiling with your buddies.

Summer is relaxing,

paced, drawn-out,

streams of sunlight and lazy mornings,

quiet time all by yourself,

time to collect your thoughts.

Summer is exhilarating,

passionate, overwhelming,

feeling the wind on your face,

walks along the beach,

feeling the sea spray sprinkle your face.

Summer is everything.

The Graveyard Ghost

Inspiration strikes at the oddest times. I had a sudden inspiration to write while doing my Geometry homework. What can I say? Poetry is so much more interesting than proofs.

The Graveyard Ghost

Have you heard of the graveyard ghost?

Alone and brooding, he haunts the tombstones,

Waiting. Waiting and watching,

Wondering. Wondering who will venture first,

Scorning the rumors and abandoning sense,

Driven merely by foolish pride.

Have you heard of the graveyard ghost?

Stormy and insane, he has no mercy,

Killing. Killing and enjoying,

Smiling. Smiling his manic smile,

Delighting in the intruder’s scream,

Savoring every moment.

Have you heard of the graveyard ghost?

Scarred and terrified, he is not happy,

Thinking. Thinking and wandering,

Remembering. Remembering times long ago,

When he was a boy, and she was a girl,

Head-over-heels in love.

Have you heard of the graveyard ghost?

Jumpy and frightened, he is cautious,

Staring. Staring through everything,

Regretting. Regretting a crime he once committed,

Horrified at the sight of her blood,

Stained across her chest.

Have you heard of the graveyard ghost?

What's the weirdest time inspiration has struck YOU?

An Ode to Technology

I was just sitting here, when all of a sudden this idea came to me. Of course, I'm supposed to be doing my homework, but that's way more boring than writing a poem.

An Ode to Technology

Oh technology, oh technology, how wonderful are thee,

Thy usefulness and convenience are so pleasing to me.

Oh technology, oh technology, so shiny, clean and sleek,

Thy keyboard and thy monitor are perfect for a geek.

Oh technology, oh technology, thou will be in my heart,

Thou can save just anything, thou always are so smart.

Oh technology, oh technology, thy programs are so neat,

Google Chrome and Internet just cannot be beat.

Oh technology, oh technology, something’s going wrong,

Thy apps are slowing down too much, five seconds is too long.

Oh technology, oh technology, thy files are much too deep,

I’m spending long hours on thou, I’m wasting all my sleep.

Oh technology, oh technology, my eyes are now burning,

My brain has turned to mush, the gears have stopped turning.

Oh technology, oh technology, how terrible are thee,

My sleep and good eyesight are gone, what has thou done to me?

Poem

I'd like to share a poem I wrote for English class. The original's been marked up by my teacher, or I'd scan it. The words are mostly cut out of magazines, with a few words added in by me. It's not the full effect on here...but ah well.

Comments?

By the beautiful sea
I walk for miles in the sparkling morning sunshine
The sand stretches on, and no end in sight
Surrounded by gravity-defying waves
Crashing mercilessly against the jagged rocks
Feeling impulsive
The water slaps at my sides as I venture in
A colourful blend of blues and greens, the salty sea spray
It is magical, this island getaway.