Poem from 10th grade

Was looking over my FB notes and noticed that I never had put this poem up on any of my blogs. This was back in the beginning of 10th grade. This list has additions on it but I think I'll leave this poem alone and make a different one if I really want to.

Walking beside the land of the dead
There is a small path on which I tread
Life to one side, death on the other
Neither I choose, with neither I bother

At a time I traveled on the paths of the living
Once my paths were lovely, bright and teeming
Then storms of life blew me to where I stand
Two voices argue in my head on where I will now land

Outside there are other whose paths mingle with mine
Those who make sure that I do not yet cross the line
Some of them are older and some are younger
Compared to them I am weak and they are stronger

There is one who is older and more experienced
It was in her office and home I talked and cried
There is one who usually sits with me in there
Once who gave me hugs and told me that she would care

There is one who clings to me and me to her
She 'helps' with math and named me her owner
There is one who named me her Teddy Bear
Fed me wai-wai and told me she would be there

There is one who calls me Teddy and younger sister
She made me feel beautiful and kept me alive in summer
There is one who is younger and the one I call Pillow
Kept my secrets so that dad and mimu would not know

There is one who I found the most strength in
Scared me to death at times but helped with healing
Who wanted me to live and bandaged my wrists
A brother who carried me around and beat my lists

Someone who let me cry on his shirt and make it wet
Made the wrong conclusion and then kept his mind set
Gave me things and wouldn't let me pay him back
Annoyed me in nightmares, saved me from monkey attacks

All these people are very much the reason I am still here
They wiped my tears, gave me hugs and calmed my fears
This is my real family, my clean up and happy making crew
They are the only people I think I can truly tell 'I love you.'

Welcome the Rain

Stepping out, hit by the smell of rain
The earth giving it's self up to it
Inhaling I sigh, content with the world

Closing my eyes, I step into the rain
The soft drizzle falling on me
I turn my face upwards, smile on my lips

Dropping my bag, wind ruffling my hair
Spreading my arms wide in welcome
The wind responds, chills down my spine

Slowly spinning, slowly gaining momentum
It comes down faster, clothes getting soaked
Rainwater droplets spiraling away from me

Stopping, walking slowly towards the edge
I open my eyes to see the grey sky stirring
First strike of lightening and sounds of thunder
Content, I let the wind carry me away.

Opinions

This is my sister's poem. It's a bit funny but she wrote it when she was feeling kind of funny. Either way... if you like it let me know and I'll tell her. If you have comments or corrections I'll let her know those too.

Maybe I’m Crazy
Maybe I’m Mad
That’s your opinion
I think that I’m neither
Rather I’m a person with soaring imagination
I’m a person with wild imagination

Perhaps I’m Ugly
Perhaps I’m Repulsive
That’s your opinion
I think that I’m neither
Rather I’m a person who has disguised beauty
I’m a person who’s face is under a cloak

Possibly I’m Scary
Possibly I’m Eerie
I think that I’m neither
Rather I’m a person who likes silence
I’m a person who is quiet and shy

Whatever you might try to describe me as
It counts on your point of view
I could be entirely different in different ways if you
Just look a little bit closer
Just look at your opinions of someone carefully
See if you have guessed properly

Among the Clouds

At times there were many in sight
Other times not even a single one.
Some looked strong and bold
While others looked frail and thin.

Like towers they reached up
Clustered together like islands.
They floated upon a glass like surface
Casting shadows underneath them.

Although the sun cast its rays
The air remained frigid around them.
However I could not remain here long,
The world underneath beckoned.

I cast a wistful gaze out the window
And bid the clouds farewell.

I ended up writing this when I was on the plane. I got bored so I took out a piece of paper and just wrote it down as I looked out the window. I knew it was cold because people announced the outside temperature on the speakers and stuff.