"The sun gives us light, but the moon provides inspiration, If you look at the sun without sheilding your eyes, you'll go blind, But if you look at the moon without covering your eyes, You'll become a poet." --Serge Bouchard, L'homme descend de l'ourse

In The Voice Of A Poet

The Voice Of A Poet

Creative Writing

Right now, I'm in the final semester of my high school career. Along with Chem, Math, and Psych, the required Senior Classes, I'm taking Creative Writing. A class I've wanted to take for forever. So, during the course of this class, I'll post my work. JUST REMEMBER. These were assignments...so not all of them come from the heart.

Autumn

During my freshman year, my history class took a trip to the High Grounds. It's a memorial for WWII�this poem came out of that experience.

Because The Dreamer Never Wins

I've always been a dreamer. I think I always will be a dreamer. My dreams are fragile, though, because people are always telling me "follow your dreams' and then they back it up with a 'but be practical too.' I only know one way to live, and that's through my dreams. It's the only way I want to live. There isn't a whole lot of opportunities in life for those who don't take them or make them for themselves.. and you can waste your whole life away worrying about which ones to persue. The key word in "living" is "live"...you can chose to live responsibly, and die dreaming...or live the way you want to, and die knowing you lived a dream. I want to die knowing I lived a dream.

Best Friends

Self explanitory.

Canvas Of Life

Love can come into your life quickly, and sometimes it leaves just as fast, and you're not too sure what to do with the mess. A metephor of a broken heart.

Cloud Of Mystery

Have you ever just stared out your window and made up stories of things that you see outside? That's what this is about.

Don't Have To Wonder

A friend of mine started this and I finished it for him. It's suppose to be song lyrics, but I'm not talented enough to actually FIGURE out HOW to write music. *LOL*

Feelings

When I moved to the town I live in now, in sixth grade, my whole life had gone down the tubes. Everything was going wrong. It's an old poem, not very well written, but it means a lot to me.

For Me

For: Michael McLean, Love: Zoey Richardson.

For You, Joey Dear, I Cry

This is for my darling Joey. Brian Lewis Gildenzoph was my little brother. When he was five months old, he was diagnosed with Leukemia--a childhood cancer. God bless my Joey.

His Eyes

They say your eyes are the pathway to your soul.

Hope For Tomorrow

I have dreams, and not just any dreams, impossible dreams. I want to be a singer like no one could believe. Sometimes I get so frustrated with myself for having high hopes, but I've learned never to let go of those dreams-it's what I feed off of.

I Am Free

I wrote this after hearing the Dixie Chicks sing "You Were Mine." I fell in love with that song and took it upon myself to write my own poem about someone leaving...but this time, she doesn't want him back.

I Love You

This is dedicated to Steve.

I Need You To...

I was at work when I came up with the lines "I need you to hear me, see me, touch me, and love me. And after thinking about this for a couple of days, in Chemisty, I wrote the rest of it. And I fell in love with it...(I know, I'm not being modest.) I hope you enjoy it.

I Realize

Did you ever have something so fabulous, but not realize it until it was gone? Song lyrics that describe that thought.

Last Chance

Have you ever needed a second chance? I have, but I've never gotten one.

Letting Go

Just recently I did the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I broke up with a great guy because life got confusing and it was hard to balance my time. So to save him pain, I ended the relationship. I only hope he'll be able to forgive me completely for it.

Loss

Have you ever lost a meaningful love? Someone who meant a lot to you, and they'll never understand just HOW much?

Lost

This is another one that I wrote when I moved to this blasted town. Obviously the move wasn't easy on me.

Love

Have you ever loved someone you met on the internet?

Make Me Forget

There was this guy that I liked A LOT in my Freshman year. He was new and a year older then me. Not to mention DROP DEAD gorgeous and EVERY girl wanted him. To top that off, he had a girlfriend. You know how embarrassing it is when someone finds out you like them when you KNOW you don't have a chance with them...? That's what this one's about.

My Sweet Little One

Another one about my brother.

The Simple Things

Sometimes it only takes the little things to know you're in love...and sometimes that's all you need...

Skywalker

This is another one that is co-written by Matt--check it out.

Somewhere

I really don't know what to say for this one, I don't even know where I got the idea from...just read. *laffs*

Tell Him

I don't know where this came from. I was washing dishes at work, and it just hit me. I just about died, He definitely drops bombs on you when you least expect it.

Where You Stand

It's a song, I think it's beautiful.

The World Goes On

Have you ever noticed that no matter WHAT happens, the world goes on--with or without you?

Titanic

This one explains itself. And I KNOW people...it's sad. *l*

True Love

The best gift and feeling of all, is that of true love.

Without You

Dedicated to my beloved Shawn Lock. Love, Anastasia Lablonski.

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For anyone who is curious about who Michael McLean, Zoey Richardson, Anastasia Lablonski and Shawn Lock are I invite you to read some of my stories. They're all Backstreet Boys fan fiction, and you can find them on my stories link. They're part of the series.

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