Yesterday

Extended
Invitation
Which do I choose?
Stirring
My desires
Will I listen?

The bells rang soft
I did not come.

Pulling
Towards the pity
This gripping sting.
The fear
Of then; of time
When turns to chaos.

The bells rang peace
I did not come.

Inborn
And all will see
Such as this?
Identity
And self, composed
In twisted matrix.

The bells rang deep
I did not come.

Tugging
Tenacity
My back to winds.
And soft
Is gone; no more;
I can't resist the flow.

The bells rang strong
I did not come.

Calling
One small child's voice
Through all the noisy space.
But she holds
And drags me in
Tempestuous time.

The bells rang future
I will come.

And the wrinkled hand of Yesterday
Lies limp, and silent; still.

Drama

Being a hypocrite by nature, I had to write a poem/guide to avoiding drama. Because, honestly, there's too much of it.

What's the point of drama, please?

I can't figure it out.

I don't know why you love it so,

Or what it's all about.

The time that's lost in catty fights

Could be much better spent.

The lives that were so clear and free

Have entered their descent.

And all through your manipulation!

Tell me, why is that?

If I can say it plainly, ma'am,

You're asking for combat.

Truly, drama's root does lie

In simple insecurity.

What's worse is drama, as a whole,

Mistaken for maturity.

But fighting over boys does not

Necessitate this trait.

Just because you want a guy

Doesn't mean that you should date.

Honestly? If you are bick'ring

Over these poor guys...

You probably aren't ready

For your sky so full of pies.

Anyways, back to the start:

The issue that's at hand.

What's the thing that makes drama

So hard to understand?

Actually, it isn't bad,

It's quite the simple quip:

If the business isn't yours,

Then please, just zip your lips!

Do not meddle in a problem

Not involving you.

Do not confer with your friends,

Even if they knew.

It doesn't matter who you are--

You are not beyond

The pitfalls that come when you fish

In this piranha pond.

So... the point... don't meddle, don't gossip, know what is your business and what isn't. THE END.

Katie

Overachiever!

Well. Today, we (the whole school) were chastised for being inconsiderate. As a result, we all have to write a 250-word, 3-paragraph essay explaining how we are inconsiderate and how we can fix it.

Personally? I am bored of writing essays. THEREFORE, I wrote a 350-word poem, instead.

Inconsiderate
(A Poem)

Once upon another time,
On land quite close to here,
An attitude was rampant;
‘Twas like poison in the ear.
Not a person truly cared
For others and their needs.
This gave way to rudeness
And most inconsid’rate deeds.
Not to be a hypocrite,
I must confess that I
Am not the least of these, oh no-
Now, let me tell you why.
Sometimes I am not so prompt,
And on purpose that.
I figure that the mark is mine,
Thus acting like a brat.
You see: the strain is not my own--
I am disrupting class.
The teacher must feel slighted
When we come in late en masse.
Also, here in school, I find
That I can talk too much,
Espec’lly when it’s not allowed…
All things we discuss.
That’s not to mention what I say
When we do converse.
I do say quite thoughtless things--
And that part is worse.
I have a tendency to be
Quite direct and snide.
However, this gets really bad
When influenced by pride.
At home I do the same, ‘tis true;
Unfortunately so.
Also, I don’t tell my parents
All they need to know.
They like to be aware when I
Come home from being out.
However, often I do have
Better things to think about.
And so, I simply just forget
To alert my fam’ly then
And go right on to Facebook--
Inconsiderate again!
All in all, my problem lies
In my communication.
I need to be more diligent
In interpers’nal relation.
Added to that one concern
Of a timely arrival,
With it all I am assured
A considerate survival.
I know not the issues
That my fellow students face.
I know not the sins
That make them all red in the face.
However, I do understand
The root cause of it all:
A thoughtless, selfish attitude
Where others seem so small.
When we accept that people are
Worth just as much as we,
Our actions and our thoughts
Will much better be.

TADA!

Katie

PS- props if you catch the Hamlet reference :P