The Mind of a Poet

     Sometimes, I think I'm a little crazy. Why, you ask? For example, today, I finished all of my homework in my study hall and still had half an hour left before the bell rang. Normally, I would've gotten out a book and started reading. But today I didn't have a book with me. All I had was an English notebook and my pencil case. So what did I do? I wrote poetry of course. What about? Well, see for yourself:

                                         Sleep

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October 12th, 2010

Rest for the tired

Dreams for the imaginative

Safety for the scared

Peace for the troubled

Success for the insomniac

Home for the lost

Acceptance for the outcast

Quiet for the parent

A brainstorm for those with problems.

Life's eternal goal-

endless sleep.

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     So while the girl next to me reads yet another vampire book, while the guy behind me plays Super Mario Brothers on his D.S., while un uper-classman a few seats away works on her calculus homework, what do I do? I write about sleep.

Good night and sweet dreams!

Thanks for listening,

Maggs 

Spring Has Sprung

In case all of you out there have been to busy to notice, spring has certainly sprung in the past few days. And as my favorite season is now spring (I'm sure in a few months it will be summer), and listing things is actually a form of poetry, I've decided to share with you all the things I love about spring:

• I love the way things smell, especially lilacs which are in full bloom during May.

Lilacs

Soft and velvety

a lilac's scent fills my nose.

They are true spring blooms.

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• I love the way everything is so darn green and wherever you look, new plants are sprouting up.
• I love how blue the sky is and the way all the new, earthy colors go together.
• I love cloud watching and letting my imagination run wild when I do.
• I love describing the entire season and trying to capture just a bit of it, as you can see from the various pictures which I took in my yard and the poems that I've written about spring, which you can see below:

Who Am I?

I can be felt

I can be heard

But it takes a special eye to see me.

I can be smelled

I can carry words

But it takes a special creature to tame me.

Who am I? I am wind.

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Spring

Things burst into bloom

greening, greening,

ever-growing anew.

Fresh happiness

has returned

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Thanks for listening, and enjoy the weather!

Maggs