Wal-mart Cashier

Hi everyone. Sorry no one has posted any poems on here for a while but some of us have been busy with school (exams are coming up) and holidays and some of us just haven't written any poems. :'( But! Yes there is a but. Before the holidays I had a 'bad' experience (girls should know what I mean) and I was complaining about it the other day and I was told to write a poem about it. Here it is (I'll tell the story after)

Wal-Mart Cashier

I Look Seek and See

I'm Looking fot the One

I Run Along

Not Knowing Exactly What I Want

Or Knowing What I Need

Finally I Come to the End

That's What I Thought

You Pull Me Farther Forward

Then I Think I'm There

I Think You Show Me the End

Finally You Throw Me

Into a New Maze

Into a Different Maze

I Hope I can Find You Again

I Want to End With You

If Only I Knew Who You Were

Ok. Here is a summary of the story behind the poem.

 I went to Wal-mart before the holidays to buy presents for my siblings and when i went to pay i was at the end of a longer line up then usual so a guy about my age that works at wal-mart comes to me and tells me i can come up and pay at his check out. I go and we talk and i pay. He was quite cute and super nice and i haven't been able to get him off my mind. Now here's the part where i should kick myself. I don't know his name and i don't know his more exact age. Plus i don't know if he goes to my school or not. It's a small school but it's big enough that i don't see everyone. So he might go to my school or he might not. I may or may not ever know. 

We'll try and give more poems so don't let your panties get in a knot and hold on to your horses before you f*** bomb us. LOL. Seriously. Don't get mad at us. We have lives beyond the World Wide Web.

Tata for now. The 'T' is out.

Snow!! :D

Yo! It's Chibiko!! Hahaha......I haven't posted in quite a long time. It's not my fault! Well maybe it is.....either I'm too lazy or just busy. Believe me, its been insane at school.



Here is my poem that I will be posting! I just made it up now because well, there is so much snow on the ground! I don't care if it sucks, it shows how much I love snow!

Snow

Walking out of the house
I notice it was all white.

Snow has come.
The ending of the warm summer
and cool autumn.

As I breathed,
a cloud appeared.

The world outside
has completely changed.

Snow has come.
The ending of the warm summer
and cool autumn.

Arigatou~!! 

Maggie again!!!


poem:

there are two main categories of single

just before relationship

just after relationship

just after relationship
consists of mostly ice cream eating,
sweat pants wearing,
and weeping in your best friends arms.

this continues for about
2 weeks
and after that
 you are expected
 to slip to to the other category:

Just before relationship
this is were
you primp,
and flirt
and generally
throw yourself
 into the arms
of any male that will catch you
or even ones that won't

but I propose
a third category:
SINGLE
where the word means what it says
and says what it means
where girls have fun with their friends
and every conversation does not center around boys
where SINGLE
and happy
can be synonyms

Science Class.

Hello world. It's the "T" here (Tamara). Lol. I feel like a rapper.... Not really but i wanted to say that. Ok. So I'm sitting in Science class and I didn't know what I would do when Jen said I should put a poem on here but I don't have a poem... I'll think of something while I'm sitting here.... (This is a free poem so don't judge me)

Science Class

I have nothing to do

The wall says 2 motorcyclists snatch dog poo

I have nothing to say

All the boys are giving a bay (like a dog)

Teacher doesn't care

I could give a trumpet fair

I probably should be nice

But i want to throw a pair of dice

I know. I know. It sucks but I'm not a professional poet. I said don't judge me!!!    :(

Jen and the teacher that I mentioned in the above poem have both read this along with another friend of ours. "Teacher" and Jen both said it was sad that i was using my spare time in science class to blog when I could be playing games but I felt obligated to write a poem for you guys since I didn't do that in the first post. "Teacher" laughed when she read this though so i guess my poetry skills aren't too bad.

Number 5, I guess?

Arre we Numbering our posts? just wondering.

YAY!! jen added me! woot woot!

I am the person writing this blog, or one of many... also known as Maggie.

Here is a poem that I wrote for drama because we were supposed to do a comic love poem. I didn't actually perform it though so I though you guys might like it.

I love pi

as in 3.14

but I also love you

in fact maybe more

which is weird 

because everyone knows that you suck at math

and it's pretty obvious 

you have no career path

I always said 

I'd never fall for a guy

who couldn't at least 

appreciate pi

but now I've been wondering

exactlly why do I care?

You're so dang sweet 

with really great hair

so maybe it's time 

to let go of pi

and fall for a boy

who might make me cry

but if it works out

if we get that far

at least i'll have a guy

to change the tires on my car <3

Number Four

Yes i right the word "number" and not the abbreviations. I am the fourth poet or writer (whatever you want to call it) that Jen has told you all about. I'm not a big poet but i will most definitely give it my all. I don't have a poem for you today but I will tell you what poems I enjoy. I enjoy simple poems that are sweet and kind (like "roses are red".) If a poem gets too big I get confused and don't want to read it however i will try to make sense of it. That is my... rant i guess. Don't hate me and i will try my best.

(the poem with no title and screwed up font)

Hey everybody!

I guess I'm third.... =(
I was originally going to be first, but then they started without me!
So, we created this blog to post the poetry that my friends and I write in LA class. Who are my friends? Well, if you know us our names are Jen, Chibiko (she won't let me post her real name!) , Meg, and maybe Tamara. We are a bunch of nerdy friends at our school that said "hey, poetry, let's try it!" Oh the inspiration behind this? Totally our English teacher. He is like a nutcase. He calls me a smart ass everyday! And the goal of this blog? Well, we were are PLANNING to each post a poem every week. But, that will probably last a month. Not to be pessimistic or anything.

My first poem is going to be one I already posted on my other blog  (Check it out!)

SO *big breath*   Here I go!

(the poem with no title and screwed up font)

I’m supposed to let you drive

let you have control

of my life.

I’m not supposed to hurt.

If you take my hand

I could live like

you want me to.

I’m not supposed to

have scars.

You could open my eyes

to everything

around me.

But

what if I let go?

and lose control

what if you’re not there

to catch me?

Will I fall…

                                                             fall…

                                                           
                                                                                              fall…

                                                                                                                                f

                                                                                                                                                    a

                                                                                                                                                                        l

                                                                                                                                                                                              l

I’m not supposed to have scars.