Censor

This poem is kind of shaky. I'm not too sure that it's worth putting out here, but I think that all of my valued readers...cough...cough...will tell me if they like it or not and what they might change. If they would, I would be very, very grateful. And one last thing, don't forget that it's written as satire.

Censor

Stop them!
They're corrupting the kids
They're making us think
Quick close the lid!
Stop them!
our happiness is gone
we lost ignorance
the Book, it did con!
Stop them!
we don't understand,
It's making us Mad
is this what They planned?

Dogmatic

Alright, I wanted to post this yesterday, but I cannot get on the computer at school, where I wrote the poem, and my mother does not have a computer at her house. So, I came down to my father's house from my mother's house, and guess what, I forgot my bookbag that had my notebook in which I write all my poems. None the less, I did not get to post this poem until today, so I hope you all like it.

Dogmatic

Misguided perception,
take a look around
You better start swimming
or else You will drown
Soon You’ll be forced
to leave Your little ball,
or You will drown
opinions and all.
Open Your eyes
more than a narrow slit
Or You’ll never see truth,
and blind You will sit

Contagious

Run, Run, run
from my brand new death
there is no escaping
the virulent Breath
but keep on running
futility unseen
the Breath lurks and follows
It’s hunting is keen
So run some more
leave nothing behind
prolong the inevitable
for the Breath always finds
it’s prey
and break Your mind
While I sit unaltered
watching Demise

Down with the Sickness

So, to understand this post, you are all going to need some back story.

Alright, I rarely, and I mean rarely, get sick. Of course, I get the occasional headache, but I rarely get very sick. So, I take for granted my good immune system. On Thursday of this past week, which was something like the ninth, I was listening to this song by Disturbed called Down With the Sickness, and the very next day, I was sick, which is kind of ironic.

I really had to go to school, and even though I felt miserable, I went so that I could take the three quizzes I had to take that morning. But, after third period, I knew there was no way that I was going to make it all day. I couldn't see straight, I couldn't walk, in fact, it probably looked like I was drunk. I was also freezing, but everyone kept telling me how hot it was that day. I asked my teacher in fourth period for a nurse’s pass, and when I got there I found out that I had a fever of almost 102 degrees, and I went home.

I no sooner got in the door before my older sister was pushing medicine down my throat. Then I was quarantined, which stunk, and after getting a bite to eat, I fell asleep. I woke up four hours later, and my head still hurt, so I took a couple of pain relievers, and after a while I was feeling fine. We went out to eat that night, and I was coughing a lot the whole time. My throat still hurts. Well, we came home and I took some motrine, and then I fell asleep again, but I didn't sleep that well.

Of course, I can't be like normal people and sleep in on Saturdays, so I had to get up at 8:30 in the morning. I was coughing all day again, but I didn't feel lightheaded till I came home from working on my merit badges. I earned two that are required for my Eagle scout, which means I now have enough to be a Life scout, which is cool.

Well, I still feel really bad, and I officially hate being sick. I hate missing school, because then I have to make up all that work. So, I'm hoping that I'll be better by Monday, and maybe I will become immune to this strain of whatever attacked me and won't have to deal with it again for a while.

Laughter

This one has a bit to do with my cross country experiences, but only a little. I wrote this and tied cross country into it, so don't think that the origional reason I wrote it was because of cross country, not that that will really affect how you read it. I just hope you all like it, and of course, I hope that someone will help me out and leave some constructively criticising comments.

Laughter

I came, I saw,
You laughed in my face
I left, I ran,
You picked up the pace
I stopped, I cried,
You finished the race
I stood, I pushed,
Now I’ll win the race
You’ll fall, You’ll break,
but I won’t laugh in your face