A Poem About Fears

A writing assignment for English was to write a poem about a past fear or a fear we have now. I wrote about a past fear.

A Black Abyss

Rift between railing and wall

Caused nightmares, making me bawl

The chasm to hell, I always thought

What if I fell? I better not

Toys were lost, never to be found

My childhood is what it cost, flinching at every sound

Even though we moved away

The nightmares were here to stay

Forever haunted the black abyss

Even after Mother’s Goodnight kiss

Years went past, filled with hope

Never aghast, no reason to mope

Now I’m grown, more mature

Never alone, rest assured

Yeah. In case you didn't get the gist of it, because it doesn't make an once of sense, but hey! That's poetry for ya. or at least all of mine... It's about a hole that I had at my old house when I was 3. There was a space between the railing and the wall and it seemed to go on forever. That's what I was scared of when I was little.

And of course I was scared of the dark. and stairs. and elevators are pretty terrifying, but only when I go on by myself. I got stuck in one once, by myself, when I was about 7. In Poland. It was a glass elevator, so I bet you can imagine how petrified I was.

A Poem about Summer Reading (August 22nd 2011)

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YAY. I am finally caught up with all my posts. I don't know exactly what to write about today because all I have on my mind right now is my summer reading. So in spirit of that I am going to try to improvise a poem about it to procrastinate even more.

Ode to Summer Reading

I don't mind hours of homework during the school year

I study for exams with nothing to fear

However, during the summer I don't want to work

You can call me a lazy, irresponsible jerk

But I bet you can't find a single teenager who thinks differently

Even if you interrogate them very gently

Summer is about taking many photographs you want to keep

Not having to count sheep just to fall asleep

Summer is about laughing with friends

Not worrying about how your essay should end

I never rest in school, not until the work is done

During the summer I go to the pool, walking around and having fun

Summer reading, the books stacked on my nightstand

I stare at you when I would rather be lying in the sand

Page by page, Word by word

Glancing up when I hear a bird

Only two weeks left of summer

You've been on my mind the whole time, what a bummer

You will be finished, potentially

Considering I need to graduate, eventually

I gotta say. I'm pretty proud of that for coming up with that in a span of 30 minutes. Who da man? I AM.

Now I need to go ..and do summer reading.

The End.