Poetry

Breeze

The night is calm and quiet,

No wind rippling through the trees,

No airplanes whirring overhead,

No chilly winter's breeze,

The stars are nowhere to be seen

The night is painted black

The lights are on, but no one's home

And there's no going back

The lights go out as you approach

You're stranded in the night,

Now you'd give all that you have,

If you could have some sight,

The floor falls from beneath you

As you wake up from your dream,

Your mind has been run through the mill,

It's bursting at the seams.

Poetry

Fake Love

Fake smile, pretty face,

All dressed up in white lace,

Waiting for a day that never comes

He promised his heart

But you knew from the start

that the promise was never true

Why you stayed is beyond me

Maybe you saw what I couldn't see

Long distance fails, yet you say love prevails

And that you are both meant to be

I see things crashing down soon

But there's no real way to say

That you are wrong, he'll break your heart, and even then you'll stay.

The Dissapointment in Hot Chocolate

Here in New Hampshire, the weather has been pretty bad. It has been snowing since last night, and today Grandma and I decided to go out and wipe off the cars for my dad so he can move the cars and plow. We went out along with my sister and my dog. Lucky gets... excited during the winter, and was full of energy. He almost knocked me over three times and came close to knocking my sister over, which resulted him getting a whack in the ribs with the broom I was using to clean off the car. Since I made the stupid mistake of not wearing gloves, I was freezing cold by the time both cars were clean and I was more than ready to go in.

I went in, changed into some comfy pj's and then went to make hot chocolate for all of us. Winter traditions, y'know? The only box we had was Swiss Miss, which isn't my favorite to begin with, but I was pretty desparate so I took out a pack for each of us and made it according to the directions on the box. The result? A cup of brown, flavorless water. I took a sip and then checked to see if I had forgotten to put mix in- but no, it was a murky color of a puddle after a rainstorm and tasted like water. I checked my sister's, to no avail. Finally, I took everyone's hot chocolate back and used a second pack in each cup. What a rip off. Sell tasteless hot chocolate so that everyone is forced to use twice the normal amount advertised and buy more. I THINK FREAKING NOT. I don't like the brand at all and would not recommend it to anyone- unless, you know, you LIKE warm puddle water after being out in the snow for an hour.

Maddie

Poetry

I know this is the third poem I've written, but this IS a blog for my thoughts and the easiest way for me to express my thoughts is through my poetry.

War

Take a breath and look around
At what the world's become,
A mess of needless fighting,
We're marching out with guns
Soiling ground for foolish reasons
And spilling fresh blood each day
For all the lives we've lost,
No money could repay
There's people losing families
It's such a waste of life,
so why do we continue,
If the pain is like a knife?

Poetry

Sweet Death

Roses are red
Or so they say
the rhymes begin to drift away
Violets are blue
depressed and withdrawn
Scattered across the dying lawn
Sugar is sweet
but kills each day
taking another's breath away
Just like you
Taking my breath 
slowly killing me

Poetry

Shout

The world spins fast,
Yet time stands still
When caught up in a dream
So clear to see
But when you reach
It floats just out of touch
Reality is dull,
But false hopes are just as bad
Stuck between the truth and lies
No one hears your distant cries
Echoing off the padded walls
Amid the tormented, wailing calls
Lock the door and burn the key
So in your eyes no one can see
The person you pretend to be

Super Bowl

As I'm sure most people know, the Super Bowl went off yesterday. I think I am the only one of my friends who A) wasn't watching it B) didn't know who was playing and C) didn't really care anyway. Literally all my friends were flipping out about the Super Bowl and the game, and half-time, and two of my friends actually posted statuses whining about NOT being able to watch it. I see no appeal to it at all, and I think that it's over-hyped every year no matter WHO is playing.

At the end of the day, football is a business. The players on your favorite teams are just doing work, earning millions of dollars to carry around a ball. And everyone cheers them on... for doing their work. Seriously. It's like cheering on the hot dog vendor outside the stadium before the game. "YOU GO, HOTDOG MAN- KEEP DOING YOUR JOB!" That's essentially what you are doing when you cheer on football teams- whether at the stadium or from behind a TV screen.

What is your opinion on the SuperBowl? Comment below... unless you are my Dad. I asked you yesterday, and I got the answer: "If I had a choice between doing nothing or watching the SuperBowl, I'd do nothing."

Maddie