She came to this world
one lovely day
The wind danced and twirled
Even the sun came out to play
...
It's the start of my poem
But I'm not going to cry
It is making me mad too
And soon I will tell you why
...
I'm biting back my fury
But I'm writing down my rage
I'm printing this on paper
Later tear apart this page
...
Oh Nina I do
For the love you give
thank you very much
You help me forgive
...
Most my feelings lead
up to this one style
That is read out loud
It might take a while
...
Spring equals my death
I fear it's presence
day I lose my breath
its omnipresence
...
A three headed okapi was sad.
The three heads were each, oh so mad.
Each head wanted a different way.
This would not be a very good day.
...
I am the scapegoat
From a petting zoo
Would run in front if
They were to hurt you
...
This siren so loud
Goes off in my head
It's telling me that
I should have been dead
...
On the day we meet
I have loved you
This I would regret
Soon I relized
...
Welcome, I'm Oustine Hao, age 14, in eight grade, and beginner at poetry. My poems lay under the category of emo-ansted, or just stuff that comes from my heart. Don't expect fluffy poetry from me, unless I somehow feel like writing some. Chances of that are pretty, extremely low. My inspirations comes from practically anything. No way I can scale my options down. Music I listen to while brainstorming ideas (in alphabetical order) : E-Type, Evanescence, Linkin Park, Nightwish, Tokio Hotel. Ending Info: I have trouble crying so I burn candles instead. Oh, and, I'm obssessed with otters. And I love you Aplier Hao! And whoever you are, feel free to talk to me and maybe tell me what my poetry lacks, (critisize me people, harshly or not) . I'm interested in whatever you got to say.)
A Cursed Blessing
She came to this world
one lovely day
The wind danced and twirled
Even the sun came out to play
She grew
With a family by her side
They were stuck together like glue
But then one day, they all died
What did she have remaining?
After the Holocaust took them away
Her heart was flooded from the nonstop raining
Left alone like a stray
*She found a new life for her
In a place called America*
Her children were silent
Yet fine all the same
Her life was violent
But who else was there to blame?
*One day, a skii trip came
And she broke her leg*
*She lost her license
And was left at home alone more often*
Life is never fair
But it has a few rewards
Children and grandkids with a flare
Living life so others can too
It's hard
It's tough
Your soul has been scarred
I know it's been enough
*But there was more...*
You have lived a long time
With more pain in it than mine
I swear it's a crime
That you had to go through it all
Then you were given alzheimer's disease
And your memory was erased
You can't remember anything I said a second ago
Or who I am
But at least the bad in your life is hidden from your sight
It's good, it's bad
It's happiness, it's sad
I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse...