| Beni's Poetry Corner |
| Welcome to my poetry corner, thanks for coming! |
| This poem was written after my brother went to jail. It was really hard to control my anger, and I thought this would be the best way to get my thoughts out. Drama Show (Poetry.com Version): Look at your life, you have memories good and bad It's either you're happy, or you are just plain sad Then something comes and makes you mad When you lose something, it's something you wish you had You think your life is bad, so you compare to another Then you realize his is worse because his brother Was stupid enough to put his life in the gutter When you hear it, all you can do is slip and stutter His life is done for because you know he's changed His life was white, and now it's stained He could go anywhere, and now he's restrained It was a sunny day, and now it rained Hid brother is stupid, that he'll admit 'Cause all he did was throw a fit He told him not to get involved in that bit And now he's in jail, paying for it! Doesn't think of his family's feelings Thought he was tough, now he's in jail for stealing He needed the money, that job was appealing But now he's regretting it, with wounds never healing |
| I made this in the shakespearian tone. Its so far untitled. Untitled: Why must my intentions wrong me? I mean for so much than to sit in utter uselessness Many tell me tis not my part to take in But if doth wants not but for good intentions, why should it not be? I need but a push to extend my willingness to others Will thou not open thy heart, and will, and soul and give me but the push I need For I am a firework waiting to be lit and put my help for thy help of others |
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| Song 1: I get that feeling when I look into her eyes That this is the type of girls, who's love that never dies But I'm not that type of man who's scared yet still tries When it comes to those feelings, I'd just have to say good-bye I know she's the one, and I wanna try harder To grow some balls, even if I get scared from it And move on, no matter if I'm gonna slip and fall It doesn't matter what she says, I still gotta give it all I got, if not, then I'll lose her forever and never Know the shot I had, and it comes down to whether Or not, I'll leave this to rot, or give this a thought My heart starts racing, until everything stops... |
| Now its your turn to share your favorite poems that you have written! Just leave a poem/song of some sort in the Guest book and I'll post it on the site under your name! |
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| Sorry it took so long to post a new poem, but I am having some computer problems. Basically this is just all the things that were bottled up inside of me. I haven't finished yet, but I hope you enjoy what I have so far. Song 2: Yet again, I guess the world never changes People dying for no reason, crime seems to be contageous Doing stupid jobs, just to feel like they're the greatest Not thinking of the consequences, until it is the latest So many people, with oh so many choices The only peaceful beings are those with unheard voices The thing that ticks me off, is that people don't try this Mass destruction, bomb contruction, the reasoning is pointless What is the world coming to? Just another day or two The whole world, is unfurled Like you never knew it The next thing we blew it The ring's a bullet The next sting's something that can't be avoided So many fingers pointed To those unsupported Those who try to help others But people just resorted To anger, to violence, brings nations down to silence (To be continued...) |
| Thing song starts off, of what I see myself as. And the second part is basically talking about how I feel around this one girl, who I also write about in Song 1. Song 3: I don't really see that much of myself I think I'm ugly, the only thing I have is my health And so I'm stealth, talking to otherwise nobody else Than my friends, who are like toys, growing dust on the shelf It's only lately that I've been a little more open, To those who smoke dope and don't know what's going on, So they keep on smoking Just keep on puffing and choking Thinking they're so cool, with styles provoking So here the story falls, its just me with no balls At all, I don't walk, I just love to crawl And I love to stall, until it's too late It's great, cause then I got, no shot at all Cause when you pass by, I just can't try All my senses die, a face don't lie And I'm so shy, It'll take time All I need is some practice, and then you'll be mine |
| I know the song kind of contradicts its self, but I just wrote what I was feeling. At this time, I was really down. I thought I was a faliure, but eventually I just went, you know what, I just gotta do what I do. Song 4: I'm sorry Mom and Dad that my life is really over I didn't even give a try, to go high, even though your Efforts to get me going, have stopped because I'm not showing The man, who's man enough, to give a chance and stand up Oh well, I guess this is the beginning to the ending And even though this note I'm not sending And depending on my feelings, on what I'll do I don't know, but life grew harder Don't know what to do, but I got to get smarter And even though this fall, regardless I gotta give it all I got, if not, my whole life I'd try to life and stall And then this shot, is faught and dropped (To be continued...) |
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| Quote: (Submitted by Cecilia Elgueta) "It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye"- Antoine De Saint-Exupery |
| Poems by Jun: I want that someone to know me and see who I am This may be rediculous but something urges me on I'll find that someone, someway, somehow, someday To reveal the soul behind the mask I wear When I look into your eyes all I hope to see in those beautiful eyes are my eyes... So that I can tell that your looking back at me... Love is never forever... It ends as fast as it starts... Someday you will look back and realize that I had cared so much about you, and then you would know how much it hurt... --{KP}-- |
| Thank you so much Jun for letting me post your poems, They are very deep and I can relate to them very much. Out of the two years I've known you, I never knew had this kind of talent.-Beni Elgueta |
| The Monster Within (Now Posted on Poetry.com): It is hideous! Its teeth bent out of shape Tipped for bitter wounds Inflicting on not only others But mainly itself. Its features less apealing than the next. Its slow stupid mind Much like an old hound Whose life's end is around the corner Waiting for him as both brush by eachother. The beastly creature's life Is as slow as its movement And its ambition is now only a fond memory. For now fate left it only one path Waisting the hours away Thinking of how it could have done better. What will be of this dumb being? Only time will tell... Only its words have been heard. |
| The Tower of Stone: It was deep in the bubble That sat by the sea Where the sun shines clearly, brightly, and free And no sorrow, no shame, no trouble or fear, Ever lifted a finger inside. Therein lived a boy Content as could be Who loved life, loved people, loved you and me And all that was happiness, love, and joy, Were his, and his to own. The boy went on, Unshaken by pride. People followed his lead, and stayed by his side When any and all things he wanted were won Another thing came, likened to none. The boy was afraid Of this feeling inside She had eyes that pierced him, and opened him wide. She made him happy, and happier still And these feelings happily stayed. Closer they grew, Their feelings unbroken, The bumps in the road were only soft spoken They grew tighter, tighter, and tighter still. Love built like a tower of stone. On a cold morning Grass crunched at his feet. He brought her his love, his heart and its beat But misfortune arose, its omen unclear And the tower was tilted askew. The boy rushed underneath It had to sustain But his heart in his mouth, overtaken by pain Only dug him in deeper, deeper, and deeper still, Until the tower pressed into his fears. But he could not give in He had to stand strong His love was his life, and had lasted so long. He had to gather the strength to drive it back up; This tower of love and stone. Deep from within He looked to his heart His love was there, but where should he start He knew deep inside that their love would not fail And he pushed up the tower of stone. She saw him there She loved him still She knew he had tried, and that he always will She helped him support it, she helped them survive Being crushed by the tower of stone Slowly and steadily, Inch after inch Together they pushed it, never they flinched The tower was heavy, but they would not fail Raising, maintaining the tower of stone Back in its place Returned to its state The tower was raised with love, without hate And within the structure of strength and stone Was bound by their unwavering love Forever bound Forever steady Never changed and always ready Love grew stronger, stronger, and stronger still Ever and forever, And it would always be so By: Dustin Kimmich |
| An Old Man's Love: (Submitted by Austyn and Phil) So good it was submitted to ZOOM on PBS I beat her I beat her hard I hate my wife |