Haiku's,Poems and anything that rhymes!

About my writing competition who's getting on my nerves:


I usually like the other writers
but you get on my case
you're copying me at every turn
come out here and show your face!
You wanna dance my darlin' then my darlin' bring it on!
Because I've been playing this game for far too long!
So stop being sexy,hypocritical,dumb
and just write like we write
we just write for fun!​
 
I was flipping through this thread back to the older poems. Man,I don't even KNOW myself anymore!!! You always say you hate teens until you ARE one and you know how they feel.
I always say boys are stupid until I make a few for friends and one of them asks me out.
And I wanted to be a director and now I want to be a musician.
Being a Hoot Owl started in late 2010 didn't it?


Man...I feel so weird reading my old stuff. This is why I never look back.
 
You'll never see the shadow girl
as she twists and twirls
you'll never see the shadow girl
when she leaves you in a whirl
you anger her and she escapes
into her stash of music tapes
she runs downstairs or maybe up
You don't notice
its so abrupt
You forget,but call her name
She can't hear you
each night is the same
when you upset the shadow girl​
 
Narniamoondust said:
I was flipping through this thread back to the older poems. Man,I don't even KNOW myself anymore!!! You always say you hate teens until you ARE one and you know how they feel.
I always say boys are stupid until I make a few for friends and one of them asks me out.
And I wanted to be a director and now I want to be a musician.
Being a Hoot Owl started in late 2010 didn't it?


Man...I feel so weird reading my old stuff. This is why I never look back.
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I feel the same way about my old stuff(which I haven't published)

I think that you would be a great director and musician. I would love to do both
 
amdd97 said:
I feel the same way about my old stuff(which I haven't published)

I think that you would be a great director and musician. I would love to do both
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I couldn't be a director. My mom would put up too much of a fuss. And then if I did become a director then she'd give me a hard time about it.
We have too many differences in opinion about story lines so I just hate having her read/hear my stuff.
I just never feel like I have the support to do what I want in life. I want to be a writer of either poems/books or music. Well okay,first I get a shpiel on how women are supposed to stay home(my mother wants me to get married have 4 kids and live happily ever after) and then FINALLY I get piano lessons.
There's just too many mixed messages in my family.
Its just,when you hear musicians talk about how their parents always supported what they were into and what they wanted to be,I don't have that. I never feel like that.
But that's because we are a practical german family so nobody gives a crap about the "follow your dreams" message and so when I want to do something the support isn't there.

Therefore I feel a tad rebellious about all of this.
I dunno why I'm even posting this. Nobody cares.
 
My brain feels like a labrynth
there's way too many tracks
following the sound of synth
I try to find my way back
Its such a confusing time
right now in this state
So I fill the space with songs and rhymes
Until I can leave this wretched fate
I used to scorn the kids like me
but now I see their pain
these 6 years of stress,acne
what have we to gain?
I know I've got to wait it out
but I need some help along the way
I need some love but I get shouts
I want you here,that's the prayer I pray
I just want you to KNOW me,let me feel at home
I want recognition and respect,is that too much to ask?
Or is it too hard a task?​
 
My eyes were closed
I turned around
And opened them
I gazed in awe
And wonderment

I look behind
The opening of
My world was
Gone

I moved forward
Stepping on the
Wet snow
It seemed like
A dream
But I know
That this place
Is a reality

A lamp post
Is here in
The middle of
This land
How I ever
Got here
I still don't understand

There's a magic
In the air
I heard the thud
Of footsteps somewhere
I'm eager to see what
It is
But I'm also
Scared

I see walk
From around the
Lamppost
What appears to
Be something
Half human
And half goat

I scream in
Shock and surprise
I never saw a creature
Like this in my life
There is nowhere to hide.
I can't run
I can only
Talk to this creature
Who seems so nice

This seems like
A lovely place
But something is amiss
I am told that he
Is a faun
He gives me tea
To drink
I go into a stupor
I awake to his cries
He says that
He won't keep
Me hostage and
Let's me go tonight

I walk past the
Lamppost
See him wave back
Through the tears that cascade
Down his cheeks
Farewell Lucy
We shall meet
Again when the
Time is right

I head back
Through the box
It's a wardrobe
Full of moth balls
And dirty coats
I go to find
The others
They pretend like
No time has passed

I knew that
I was gone
For hours
Why don't they understand?
I run away from them
I don't want to deal
With those who
Can't understand
That place in
The Wardrobe is
Real as I am.
 
Narniamoondust said:
I couldn't be a director. My mom would put up too much of a fuss. And then if I did become a director then she'd give me a hard time about it.
We have too many differences in opinion about story lines so I just hate having her read/hear my stuff.
I just never feel like I have the support to do what I want in life. I want to be a writer of either poems/books or music. Well okay,first I get a shpiel on how women are supposed to stay home(my mother wants me to get married have 4 kids and live happily ever after) and then FINALLY I get piano lessons.
There's just too many mixed messages in my family.
Its just,when you hear musicians talk about how their parents always supported what they were into and what they wanted to be,I don't have that. I never feel like that.
But that's because we are a practical german family so nobody gives a crap about the "follow your dreams" message and so when I want to do something the support isn't there.

Therefore I feel a tad rebellious about all of this.
I dunno why I'm even posting this. Nobody cares.
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Your afraid of you're family? Really?There opinion is important of course, but it's not their choice to make, it's yours. Do what makes you happy.
My parents want us to do what we want to do. My brother wants to be in the navy, like me dad. Of course, my parents support this. My sister doesn't know yet, she younger though. But my parents want her to do something that makes her happy, so they keep signing her up for different things so she can try everything. I want to be in theater, which they support. I'm going into my schools theater program next year.
You would be great as a musician.
I care.
 
amdd97 said:
Your afraid of you're family? Really?There opinion is important of course, but it's not their choice to make, it's yours. Do what makes you happy.
My parents want us to do what we want to do. My brother wants to be in the navy, like me dad. Of course, my parents support this. My sister doesn't know yet, she younger though. But my parents want her to do something that makes her happy, so they keep signing her up for different things so she can try everything. I want to be in theater, which they support. I'm going into my schools theater program next year.
You would be great as a musician.
I care.
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awww I know you do. My friends always support me and you the most :) I appreciate you all for that :D I just never feel that support. my mom just wants me to be a housewife and my dad wants me to have a proper job. So since my mom doesn't want me having a career(or at least doesn't approve) my dad and her are sending mixed messages to me. I just feel confused and like whatever I decide to do will upset somebody and make me seem rebellious.

Ugh,and I wish I could just put it off and wait but I'm 14 and I will be expected to decide sooner than later.

These are my problems in life. These are the things that fuel my work.
 
And now,a problematic poem.


I tried to say I hate them
but really liked their clothes
but now I see that era
is coming to a close
I bought a shirt
that's flannel red
and wore it with eyeliner
Now they think I'm emo
or possibly a minor
the clothes I wear don't show me
exactly as I am
I thought that you would know that.
I'm not that hard to see. ​
 
The fics from some hoot owls are getting "heated" sexually. They're not too bad yet(still mild and trying to "teach a lesson") but they're getting there and I'm trying to warn them before they turn into stuff from Tsaress's website.
So here's a poem expressing my frustration with one particular writer who writes the most annoying stuff. What's worse is she likes my writing and I can't bring myself to be assertive enough to get my point across about what she's doing.
anyway...here you go:

I warned you all but did you listen?
Wait until your shame plaque glistens
over the evening fire
I won't say I told you so
but I will surely think it
Because you my darling lost the poll
Elly went home with the trinket
So why don't you settle down
these "heated" fics of yours
'cause if you don't,then I'd expect
some bangin's at your door
I won't stop you,I'll just block you
and wait to see what goes
but I assure that it won't be good
and only heaven knows
what'll become of your readers​
 
Reagan, I haven't seen the offensive writings that you saw; but I wish you luck in your efforts to promote better sense. Too many kids today are led to imagine that they are being "bold" and "edgy"... by merely repeating the same old already-trite crudeness and grossness.
 
Copperfox said:
Reagan, I haven't seen the offensive writings that you saw; but I wish you luck in your efforts to promote better sense. Too many kids today are led to imagine that they are being "bold" and "edgy"... by merely repeating the same old already-trite crudeness and grossness.
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Oh well its in a Hoot Owl circuit on Tumblr. Its not on TDL(Thank God.)

she was trying to teach a life lesson through it but she used Adam Young as the main character. He's the guy in my signature. If you guys knew him and read her stories you'd understand why I'm upset. She had them getting "tempted" in her stories and they're always sleeping together before they're married and everything. Plus she makes him and her female character kiss too much. Adam has really high moral standards which I've seen blatantly expressed before,So really if she was portraying him accurately,I don't think he'd even be IN these situations. Also taking into account he's an EXTREME introvert who likes his space and tinkers with instruments all day I doubt he'd even be close enough to the girl to GET in these situations since they all take place before marriage.

What's worse is she copies my style of writing and so so so BLATANTLY one of the major details in one of my episodes. So she's a copy cat and a perv. She even admitted it above one of the stories. I've seen this happen before with Ben Barnes on Tsaress's website and I don't want to see it happen again.
So I blocked her from ever showing up on my homepage or anything.
So if she goes downhill and the prude-ish readers like me start to leave,then they're all gonna come to me for stories and its gonna be HER fault.
I warned her about it too,so I'm gonna get to say "I told you so!" If anything happens. :mad:
I'm just really upset about this right now :(
 
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Narniamoondust said:
And now,a problematic poem.


I tried to say I hate them
but really liked their clothes
but now I see that era
is coming to a close
I bought a shirt
that's flannel red
and wore it with eyeliner
Now they think I'm emo
or possibly a minor
the clothes I wear don't show me
exactly as I am
I thought that you would know that.
I'm not that hard to see. ​
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I like this one. It's very thought provoking...
 
Copperfox said:
But Emo oil is so helpful in treating arthritis! No, wait a minute, I'm thinking of EMU oil.
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hehehe this is why I love you. You're like my grandpa :)

I still feel bad about not being around on here as much,but Vicky isn't on as much either....

ahh..guilt.
I'll try and write some poems soon guys. My new series keeps me really busy XD
 
It's okay, we always enjoy your poems when one does appear.

There once was a young girl named Reagan,
At least twice as smart as Carl Sagan.
People on Dancing Lawn,
Don't consider her gone;
She's taking an unpaid vacation. ​
 
Copperfox said:
It's okay, we always enjoy your poems when one does appear.

There once was a young girl named Reagan,
At least twice as smart as Carl Sagan.
People on Dancing Lawn,
Don't consider her gone;
She's taking an unpaid vacation. ​
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awww thanks. Now who is this Carl Sagan guy I keep getting compared to? Is it just convenient that our names rhyme or something?
 
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