Poetry

This is just some of my poetry. I’ll update it when I write something new. ^_^

Lightbulbs

The small things

that make us so happy.

Like the lone lightbulb

that was lighting my room

for going on 6 months

now has gone out.

Well, I have to stand up,

stop reading 19 minutes

and go all the way across the house

to get a 60 watt,

and stand on my chair,

my lovely chair covered in a

butterfly sarong

and unscrew the cover,

then place the cover on my bed,

then I must take the lightbulbs out.

… Er, that was the wrong way.

I screw it the other direction

and it comes out in 3 turns.

I place that on my bed

and pick up the box,

sliding out the lightbulb.

Then I must screw it in,

but I shan’t bore you with what

I did after that.

It’s quite easy to tell.

However, then, when it was

completely done,

I got off the chair,

and ran over to the switch.

I turn it on.

My god, it’s bright,

just like day

and that, finally,

is what makes me smile.

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The entire world

Just an illusion

Created by those damn faeries

The cholcolate you eat

That could be a poison ,

But what do you know?

-laughs- Aren’t faeries fun?

Here’s another one:

THe desert brush is passed by

by a car blasting rap music

how horrid

I dare not immagine having to listen to the music

that people passing me by listen to

the taste has dwindled

while i do not pretend to have the best taste,

what happened to classical music?

is it really for the elderly?

or am i allowed, at 15 years old,

to enjoy it?

^^ Enjoy!

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Looking at the lights of the city

There’s yellow, green,

And the red of the brake lights

Sitting at the intersection

In front of you.

The glow of your laptop

As your fingers fly across it

To write the poem that just

Came into your head

You’ve become accustomed

To the feel of a journal in your hand

The one with a moon and stars on it

That you must bring everywhere,

Lest you get an idea and are reduced

To having to write it on a napkin.

The looks that you get

As you walk down the street

With your pen, journal, and coffee cup.

You look just like the stereotype

For a coffee shop junkie

Who sits writing poems in your journal

Wearing all black

And comes back at night

To recite that day’s brilliance.

… Lemme look and see if there are more.

Don’t think, just do

This is how many people live their entire lives.

They follow the stereotype

And dress in their non-descript suits,

Drink their non-descript coffee

Go to their non-descript cubicle

And do their non-descript job.

They might get a date for the night

But then they all go to a non-descript diner

Where the ladies all wear non-descript black dresses

And the men wear non-descript suits that just might vary from

Gray to black or brown.

And the men give the women non-descript red roses,

Which the ladies will put into non-descript vases later that night.

What a varying world we live in.

There’s my dose of cynicism for the day. Thank you for watching, this has been Caitlin Wynkoop. (c) Caitlin Wynkoop, All Rights Reserved.

Here’s some more poetry for yas. Enjoy!

The Bell Bug

A rush of adrenaline,

Comparable to none,

The huge rush that

All students receive

When they hear the

Buzzing bell

Not any bell, oh-no.

There are only two

Bells that produce

This reaction

From students worldwide.

The first? Lunch.

The second? The end of the day.

Accompanied by

“Wahoo!”’s

All over campus,

The whole world over

Hope you enjoyed it. I was bored in math. As usual. Love ya, Mr. B, but the juniors are so slow!

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Hiya avid readers, of which I have… None… And yet I’m far from disenheartened. xD

Here’s some mores. My best friend, Sarah, inspired these with random sentences. Enjoy!

Somewhere in the distance,

He swore he heard someone

Screaming at the top of their lungs

The song ‘My Hips Don’t Lie’

But he shook off this peculiar feeling

As soon as his girlfriend came in.

For she was the one

Who was screaming those

Particular lyrics.

She was mad at him,

Yet again

For she had lied to him

About cheating

And he did not trust her

Anymore

She was trying to tell him

That she would never lie again

However,

He did not let her into his house

Nor his heart.

More? Well, alright… -blushes-

I like Calvin Klein boxers

No, really.

It’s only because they always

Remind me of Back to the Future.

How? You may ask.

Well, of course,

Because I was wearing

Random ones that I bought

In a Goodwill

While I watched it.

You want another? Well, if you insist…

Louise ate a sandwich made

From two pancakes, mustard,

Pickles, and several radishes,

Much to her boyfriend’s distaste

And her boyfriend ate a salad

With anchovies,

Mushrooms, Olives,

Clovers, grass,

And dog on top.

It nearly made him throw up,

But it was worth it

To see the look

On his girlfriend’s face.

☺

Hah. -maniacal laugh-

So. Comment. R&R, if you know what that means… =_= -is watching intently through the screen to gauge your reaction-

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