Juliet

You can call me Juliet
At least you might as well
The archetype: forbidden love
Believe me, it’s close to hell

I adore my sweet Romeo
And I know that he loves me
Yet all the others have their doubts
No one will let us be

Why can’t they see our smiles
The glint of happiness shines in our eyes
Exasperation is mounting, however
A loving death would not surprise

You can call me Juliet
And he my Romeo
Two star-crossed lovers
Fighting to stay as so

As I close my short, yet sweet lament
I hope you’ll understand
Forbidden it may truly be

But true love cannot be planned

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I wrote this specifically for a contest at my school, it received third place, unfortunately that merits no prize. But I really had an emotional attachment to this poem, unlike my others it actually uses a rhyme scheme the whole way. See what you like about it and comment please, I love comments.

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

Spoiled Brat

As I have grown
I’d like to think
That I’ve outgrown the brat
I’d like to think.

When I was young
I was a spoiled brat
I may still be spoiled
But am I still a spoiled brat?

I’d like to think
That I’ve outgrown the brat
I’d like to think
I’m better now.

I try so hard
But my past still haunts
There is no denying.
My past still haunts.

I was a spoiled brat
Way back when I was young
But as I’ve grown
Have I changed?

I have changed.
That is one certain thing.
I have changed.
Changed from being a brat.

I pray to God
No one thinks I’m a brat
I’d like to think
I’ve been forgiven.

I’d like to think
It has been forgiven.
I’d like to think
It has been forgotten.

Please forgive
The child in me
That was a brat
A spoiled brat
I meant no harm
I’d like to think you’d know
I’d like to think I wouldn’t need to say
I’d like for you to think better of me

I’d like to say I’m sorry
I may be spoiled
But I would not like to be
A spoiled brat.

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I wrote this when I was feeling terrible. I was filled with remorse. The thought came to me suddenly that I am still rather spoiled. I won't be in debt forever paying for my college. That makes me spoiled. I recalled when I was little I was a bit of a brat. I say that in the most kind way I can. I wrote this poem only a few moments before I posted it. This is not edited at all. It is written precisely as it came to me. I feel so blah right now.

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

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~