Biography of Jane Meyer
(Recommendations below!) I'm sorry. I had to change my name. But I'm still the same person! And I'll change it back after a couple of things blow over. So sorry about any confusion!
I’m! Not! Go-ing! To! (Song)
If I Were to Tell Him, This is How I’d do it
My Life, or What’s Left of It
My Love (school assignment 8th)
The Only Thing My Mom Said That Went In (Quote)
*These Green Hills (school assignment 8th)
My Real Name’s as Good as a Pen Name
Our. First. Kiss. (Song)
And then anything on the last page. The best stuff is always on the last page.
I wouldn’t recommend the 7th seventh grade school assignments except for the two clerihews, “Fat Dog” and “Worm Trouble”. And I know if I’m telling you not to read them, why put them up? Well, I don’t know if I have any devoted readers, or if I do how devoted you are, but those poems are so anyone can see how far I’ve come. Most of my seventh grade poems suck and they’re the reason that I hated poetry, but I’ve changed and it’s there for anyone who wants to see it.
New Poems Worth Reading
I have lots of other poems that I didn’t recommend, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t worth reading. The ones listed are just a few favorites and the ones with the * are my all-time favorite.
Jane Meyer Poems
<font color=darkviolet>Another one for Cassandra. 15 minutes spent playing the guitar,
<font color=darkviolet>As women, why are we never satisfied? If our hair is brown, we want blonde.
<font color=darkviolet>Don’t mistake me for a brat, For I’m certainly not that. But I do like people to pay attention, When I have something I’d like to mention.
<font color=darkviolet>The air between us is taut as a bow strung ready to fire given the slightest provocation.
<font color=darkviolet>Eyes are a window, a stained glass window, each one completely unique: the colors and patterns
“Weekend”—how I scoff at that archaic term, I’m not sure—but I think it refers to a time many days past when periods of work were measured
*i Am An Artist (School Assignment 9th)
<font color=darkviolet>I am an artist, but I’m not a painter. I’m not one who makes a canvas beautiful, but my smock and face a mess.
*i’m! Not! Go-Ing! To! (Song)
<font color=darkviolet>This came to me as a song and it is written as a song, so use your imagination. I’ll edit if I ever find the songs that I stole the tune from. I won’t give in. You can’t break me.
*sylvan Symphony (School Assignment 9th)
<font color=darkviolet>The woods are like a symphony playing their ever-lasting song. To some it’s just cacophony, but for me it is never wrong.
*if I Were To Tell Him, This Is How I’d ...
<font color=darkviolet>“There’s something I want to tell you, and I’ve been waiting to do it in person. So I think I should say it now, ‘ case things between us should ever worsen.
I leave, fly from the room with tears streaming down my face. I run away from the problem,
*fire Of Life (School Assignment 9th)
<font color=darkviolet>Life is fire Some flames burn brightly, sparking and erratic, continuously fueled by adventure and excitement.
<font color=darkviolet>You and me were meant to be together ever-lasting
<font color=darkviolet>Another one for Cassandra.
spent playing the guitar,
reading a book,
talking on the phone,
surfing the web,
swimming in a pool,