Poems

Nov. 13, 2008 10:05AM

PolSci101

So my mind wanders while I'm in class
And now I'm writing poems just to make time pass
I can hear the professor mumbling in my head
I think he's talking about a president who's now dead.

Five past ten, forty minutes to go.
Why is time running so slow?
Maybe I'll just poems until the bell would ring
And then head to my next class which is public speaking.

This is what happens when you're bored outta your mind
You start talking to yourself and find words that would rhyme.
Now I feel sorry for my polsci class coz I'm not paying attention
But then again, I don't really need right now any political information.

So it took me 10 minutes to write this damn thing,
I'll go back to class now and pretend that I'm listening.



***Nan! Sa kaboring sa klase, I came up with this! :]

Haha funny.. but nice..

Bravo... nice prose....

she

She's not so perfect after all
Coz now I've seen her crack and fall and then
All I feel is purely hate
For all the shit I had to take,
For all the things I had to do
Just to become as perfect as she
When in all honesty she isn't really
What I pictured her to be.
The perfect girl I used to love
Had me thinking that maybe
And maybe, that perfection is something
That you would tell yourself
When you are just way too busy
Looking up at someone
And ignoring your own capabilities
To be as better as she
Coz perfect doesn't exist
And it's just a state of mind.

damn. this is one messed up poem. i know i could do better than this.

*my first attempt to do slam

It's good!

I call this 18, intended to be written before my 19th bday but failed to do so thus i finished it now and it still greatly affects me regardless the delayed time. :]

18

Looking back, what happened really?
18 years just went by so quickly
Not too old, but kind of wise
Seen many things, heard numerous lies
Taught a lot but learned nothing at all
Did some right but mostly wrong
But who could judge?
I'm not gonna live for too long
For me to fit into your society, or live dully
Just to make you happy
No, that is not how I want me to be
I've seen you cry because of the way I am
But you surmise that I listen to all lies
That I've been told since I was a five
And trust me I survived
I think for myself, maybe not wisely
But I think for myself, for I am me.
That 18 years were spent on believing
That both of you had each convincing stories to tell
And accusations to make
But I guess I was old enough to realize
Who really made mistakes.
I don't blame anyone for how I turned out to be
I just wish that one day you would see,
I may not be the perfect little girl who'd keep on listening
To every bullshit you keep on giving me.

hey, if you guys love writing, feel free to join my facebook group named floetry the poets corner. post stories, poems, lyrics, or whatever you want.

here's the link. thanks. :]
http://www.new.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1527196561#/group.php?gid=46520251882&ref=ts

kewl... i'll join the group...

nice poem btw.