A Poem By Me

Falling, Like The Stream

Down goes the water in the stream

Falling

Falling

Falling

Obaying the current's wish

Falling

Falling

Falling

Not rebelling

Not denying

Just falling

Falling

Falling...

So!  I wrote this poem in one minute...  Like it?  Hate it?  Think it's okay?  PLEASE TELL ME!  Also, I apologize for not posting or updating my blog for over a week.  I will try to update it a bit more often.

A Poem, My Thoughts, And A Dare

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my hauntiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprize

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

 I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into the daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing gifts that ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise.

I rise.

I rise.

This is a poem NOT by Lewis Carrol, but by Maya Angelou (shocked? I thought you might).  I have to admit I like this poem a lot.  As for what my thoughts on it I think it is not only her standing up to someone, but is breaking away from the crowds.  Often times it seems like if we are to be liked at all, or to have any friends, we must act like everyone else, but the truth is is that we don't have to.  In fact, one of the only ways to get REAL friends, that will love you and support you, is to be the REAL you. So, I have a dare for you all this week.  See someone who looks left out, and looks like they would want to be your friend?  Go and talk to them, and get to know them.  Even if it is for a short while, just spend some time with them, because honestly, they are most likely having problems with trying to be themselves.  What better way to help them but give them the chance to show who they are, and to show that you care about what they think?  Also, if you or someone else is being picked on for being themselves, don't be afraid to stand up to them and say that there's nothing wrong with being yourself.  Not only will doing these things help you and the people around you, but if you are a christian like me, this is a perfect way to show God's love.  So, I believe that's all.  Have a great, REAL week!

The Mouse's Tale (a poem by you guess who)

The Mouse's Tale

"Fury said to

                  a mouse, That                                                            

                           he met in the                                                  

                                  house , 'Let                                                

                                       us both go                                            

                                          to law: I                                        

                                            will prose-                                       

                                             cute you. -                                  

                                           Come, I'll                                         

                                       take no de-                                          

                                    nial: We                                                 

                              must have                                                     

                         the trial;                                                            

                    For really                                                                

                this morn-

              ing I've

             nothing

             to do.'

             Said the

               mouse to

                   the cur,

                      'Such a

                        trial, dear

                           sir, With

                              no jury

                               or judge,

                                 would

                                be wast-

                             ing our

                       breath.'

                    'I'll be

                judge,

            I'll be

         jury,'

       said

      cun-

     ning

      old

       Fury;

          'I'll

            try

              the

               whole

                   cause,

                     and

                  con-

             demn

     you to

death'."

A Poem, A Recommending Of A Book, My Thoughts, And A Dare

My Fairy

I have a fairy by my side

Which says I must not sleep,

When once in pain I loudly cried

It said "You must not weep."

If, full of mirth, I smile and grin,

It says "You must not laugh;"

When once I wished to drink some gin

It said "You must not quaff."

When once a meal I wished to taste

It said "You must not bite;"

When to the wars I went in haste

It said "You must not fight."

"What may I do?" at length I cried,

Tired of the painful task.

The fairy quietly replied,

and said "You must not ask."

This is a poem by Lewis Carrol, called My Fairy.  I found it in my delightful little book called "Jabberwocky & Other Poems" by, of course, Lewis Carrol (I sure hope you notice that I think that Lewis Carrol is a genius, if not, you must be blind), which I think all ought to own. It's full of poetry from both Alice In Wonderland and Through The Looking-Glass, and plenty of other books he wrote. ANYWAYS, it says the moral of this poem is "You mustn't", but I think it has more meaning to it then that. If you are not blind, of course, you can see that this 'fairy' is not letting this poor person do anything (how does someone live like that, I wonder? To not be allowed to do anything... I wonder if that counts for breathing), I believe that he is trying to show that the fairy is the hesitation we often go through. Like hesitating to act like yourself, hesitating to say something, hesitating to do something, we (at least most girls, I believe) hesitate on almost EVERYTHING. So, I want to give my readers (if I even have any) a little dare. I want you all to act like yourselves this week. Not some person you want to be, not some person your friends or family want you to be, I want you to be, well, YOU. And, if it helps you to want to do this dare, I will be doing it too. WELL.. I THINK that's it. Have a wonderful, like yourself, week!