So before you read this poem I just want to explain it a little bit. This was an exercise we did in my creative writing class. What we did was take ten fortunes from fortune cookies and we had to follow a certain pattern. Anyway here is my poem. It doesn't make any sense, but it is kind of funny. Enjoy.
There are riches headed your way.
Our first choice is always wisest to follow.
You will be successful in your work.
Now it is best to take things just one step at a time.
Your first choice is always wisest to follow.
Your future looks bright.
Now it is best to take things just one step at a time.
Make your dreams a reality.
Your future looks bright.
Your charm and courtesy will be advantageous in goals.
Make your dreams a reality.
Today will be pleasant, your life will be prosperous.
Your charm and courtesy will be advantageous in goals.
You will soon take a very pleasant and successful trip.
Today will be pleasant, your life will be prosperous.
You will make a name for yourself.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Leaves of Life
Suppose there are no returns
A simple life can disappear before our eyes.
We may not notice each person’s distinct life,
But each of our lives is like the life of a leaf.
At the beginning of spring our life begins like a bud on a tree.
Soon it blossoms and behold a new leaf appears.
The leaf grows and becomes a radiant green.
Through the summer it suffers fierce heats
And excruciating winds.
Then the weather begins to chill
And the end of life soon comes
With the changing weather.
The autumn turns the leaves to many beautiful colors,
But soon the winter arrives and each leaf falls gently to its death.
There is no return for those leaves that break away,
But they make way for the new leaves
And give a new generation a chance to grow.
There may be no return for the leaves that fall each year,
But they are as generations passed.
People who have taught us much,
And allow us to gain our own knowledge
From new and challenging experiences.
Even though there may not be a physical return
The knowledge of our ancestors continues on and on.
A simple life can disappear before our eyes.
We may not notice each person’s distinct life,
But each of our lives is like the life of a leaf.
At the beginning of spring our life begins like a bud on a tree.
Soon it blossoms and behold a new leaf appears.
The leaf grows and becomes a radiant green.
Through the summer it suffers fierce heats
And excruciating winds.
Then the weather begins to chill
And the end of life soon comes
With the changing weather.
The autumn turns the leaves to many beautiful colors,
But soon the winter arrives and each leaf falls gently to its death.
There is no return for those leaves that break away,
But they make way for the new leaves
And give a new generation a chance to grow.
There may be no return for the leaves that fall each year,
But they are as generations passed.
People who have taught us much,
And allow us to gain our own knowledge
From new and challenging experiences.
Even though there may not be a physical return
The knowledge of our ancestors continues on and on.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Shades of the Soul
They’re like the clear Caribbean Sea, his eyes.
Transforming like the changing tides
Evolving from brilliant blues to glorious greens,
Eternally piercing my soul.
Those eyes that follow and admire me,
The amazing blues show no sadness or sorrow
They are calming like rain drops pattering;
His eyes that cannot tell a lie,
Show me all I need to know.
His sapphire vision is unclouded by the storms of today
He conceives the beauty hidden beneath my skin.
His azure gaze like the crystal clear sky
Comprehends the genuine beauty
Not the forgery the world wants us to believe is true.
His royal optic shows me as a Queen,
And as I look into these Prussian seas
I see the beauty he glimpses in me.
Transforming like the changing tides
Evolving from brilliant blues to glorious greens,
Eternally piercing my soul.
Those eyes that follow and admire me,
The amazing blues show no sadness or sorrow
They are calming like rain drops pattering;
His eyes that cannot tell a lie,
Show me all I need to know.
His sapphire vision is unclouded by the storms of today
He conceives the beauty hidden beneath my skin.
His azure gaze like the crystal clear sky
Comprehends the genuine beauty
Not the forgery the world wants us to believe is true.
His royal optic shows me as a Queen,
And as I look into these Prussian seas
I see the beauty he glimpses in me.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
My Chosen Escape
The mind is a wondrous thing,
It begins as a drop of rain,
And soon transforms into a waterfall.
I get lost in my own delusions
As the world pierces me like a sword.
I find myself on rolling hills,
And look up at the sky above,
And watch the gleaming stars.
Soon they fall like streams of fire,
Then out of the flames a bird appears.
A phoenix is born like a new apparition.
Then like the sting of a vampire’s bite,
The luxuries of reality settle in.
And a new day begins.
It begins as a drop of rain,
And soon transforms into a waterfall.
I get lost in my own delusions
As the world pierces me like a sword.
I find myself on rolling hills,
And look up at the sky above,
And watch the gleaming stars.
Soon they fall like streams of fire,
Then out of the flames a bird appears.
A phoenix is born like a new apparition.
Then like the sting of a vampire’s bite,
The luxuries of reality settle in.
And a new day begins.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Hidden Beauty
I hear the endless thrum of rain,
And begin to wonder why I’m here.
Hundreds of people I see each day,
But the knowledge of their names is faint.
They don’t know me and yet they judge
Because I’m different in their eyes.
But the eyes of God are clear.
He knows who I am inside.
He detects my beauty through the fog,
And discerns the shimmering light
That radiates from my soul within.
He understands what no person can,
That the true beauty lies within our souls.
And begin to wonder why I’m here.
Hundreds of people I see each day,
But the knowledge of their names is faint.
They don’t know me and yet they judge
Because I’m different in their eyes.
But the eyes of God are clear.
He knows who I am inside.
He detects my beauty through the fog,
And discerns the shimmering light
That radiates from my soul within.
He understands what no person can,
That the true beauty lies within our souls.
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