I'm very sorry to say that I have not posted in July. I have written this short bit only to apologize and assure that I will have a July post so I do not miss a month!

I Followed

Slowly but faithfully I follow you
Only slightly aware of all the things you do yet shouldn’t do
Lied to left and right I try to keep my ship afloat
But drowning quickly in the end

I’m tired of all the ways you’ve slandered me
I’m tired of all the ways you’ve pushed me down
I’m tired of going home and crying to myself
Wondering what I did that was so wrong

Why was it that you were always letting me
Make all of those stupid mistakes
I guess you really didn’t care
I suppose you were never really there
To be the friend that I was to you

I’m tired of all the ways you’ve slandered me
I’m tired of all the ways you’ve pushed me down
I’m tired of going home and crying to myself
Wondering what I did that was so wrong

Blinded by your caring words and your mocking smile
You never really thought that I was worth your while
But now it doesn’t matter
It doesn’t matter in the end
‘Cause now I’ve realized
And I’ve reprioritized
And you’ve been placed at the bottom of my list

‘Cause I was tired of all the ways you’d slandered me
I was tired of all the ways you’d pushed me down
I was tired of going home and crying to myself
Wondering what I did that was so wrong
Now knowing nothing I did was so wrong

Slowly but faithfully I followed you
But now I’ve gone and

Left you behind

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I wrote this as a song, not as a poem. You will probably be able to see that it is not a poem because it doesn't follow my usual style. I have a tune that this goes to, but I can't let you listen to it because its only in my head. If I were musically talented in the way of the piano I would try to play it, but I'm not, so I can not. Sorry.... Anyways, this is my song.

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~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~

We are the Weather

Though the clouds are dark
And the rains fall hard
It always passes
The sun always shines
The weather never ends
We are the weather

The weather gets harsh
But it always gets better
The weather never ends
We are the weather

The lightening is your anger
The thunder is your voice
The rain is my crying
The dark is my shame
Yet the sun always shines at the end of the storm
We are the weather
The weather never ends

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I wrote this before Chris and I broke up...I didn't bother to read it afterwards. I know I won't want to. But I thought I would post it anyways. It might be terrible. I wouldn't know. I won't read it.

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~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~

Not Perfect

I am not perfect
Do not dare proclaim
Those syllables do not belong
Next to my name

If this is perfect
The definition must change
My life does not meet the “flawless” allegation
It simply falls shamed

You say that I’m smart
No test would agree
You say that I’m pretty
No way to prove thee

I try as I can
I fight with my will
But, no matter how strong I seem
My heart has since keeled

What is this perfect you speak of
In my life I cannot find
A single example
To set by your side

Whatever you do
Whatever you claim
Please claim not my perfection
It would be in vain

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I wrote this just now and it has had no editing. Be kind to it, though I'm sure much criticizing is deserved. Though, also speak truthfully.

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~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~

A Year in AP English

Holden Caulfield’s going crazy
Gatsby had an affair with Daisy
All the while we sit and note
The literary devices and famous quotes

Day-by-Day time passes by
Each moment we ponder the question why,
Why the author used allusion
To illustrate Hester’s sinful conclusion

Now essay time, two pages –no more
To describe Poe’s use of metaphors
And don’t forget the grammar terror
Run on sentences and comma errors

Studying hard for the AP test
Attempting to stay calm, throughout the stress
The fat lady has begun her tune
Finals are coming way too soon

This year has gone by awfully fast
Yet the covered material has been vast
Ahab, Rappaccini, Huckleberry too
To conclude we call the curtains cue

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I wrote this poem for my AP English class. It was very fun to write.

~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~