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February 24th, 2015

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This journal is for my sort of "poem-a-day" idea- I've let my writing go, and I don't enjoy that fact, thus the creation of a journal- mostly for poetry but occasionally for stories- where I can post only my writing, undiluted by day-to-day happenings, and practice my technique.

Please consider everything here as being a work in progress, a verbal run-off.
Thus, I am deeming this journal




But comment and I will add you without hesitation!

April 23rd, 2007

Old poetry.

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(this is what happens when you are cleaning your room to leave yet another place and you come across a poem stuffed into the front pocket of your suitcase...not intended to harm or hurt anyone, I just really liked this poem when I came across it this morning.)

Leaving Halifax

Today you are
the road disappearing
behind me
framed in a
rear-view mirror-
like a postcard
that I will later take out
to show people
where I used to live.
Today you are
the country I am leaving
the home I will remember
for the rest of my life
just as it was
in those perfect moments
where every living creature
wanted to be
you
and
me.

February 26th, 2007

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I have had a really bad day, so I'm going to post a goofy Biology poem from this afternoon's class. I don't know what it is abot Bio, but it inspires poetry- maybe some day  I'll post my ode to blue-gren algae, the first plant ever.

 Why I Will Fail Wednesday's Midterm


Did he say "No species competition"?

 

  I need to pay attention

 

 Need an intervention

 

 And don't forget to mention

 

 How bad are my intentions?

 

 What will happen to me?

 

 I'll fail Biology

 

 I won't get my degree

 

 I will have wasted my money

 

 (Man, do I ever have to pee)

 

 When do we get a break?

 

 How will I ever stay awake?

 

 My brain needs a good shake

 

 (The only rhyme I can think of is snake.)

 

 Yarrow seems to know

 

 What we're doing in Bio

 

 As for me, I feel woe

 

 Like a clown in a show

 

 Or Edgar Allen Poe

 

 (whatever that means, yo)

 

 Midterm is on Wednesday

 

 Instead at home I'd rather stay

 

 Or in the sun I'd play

 

 But I'll never get my way

 

 Oh my god Yarrow just

 

 Got herself an A+

 

 For answering what must

 

 Have been the hardest question ever

 

 When would I have figured it out? Never.

 

 How does she pull those levers

 

 In her super-human brain

 

 I'm going to go insane

 

 From the science and the rain

 

 And I'm still stuck here in class

 

 Sitting on my ass

 

 Trying to listen well

 

 To bio, and I can tell

 

 That come Wednesday's test

 

 I will try my best

 

 And still fail like all the rest.

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