2 Weeks

Bad things always seem to occur,
and always feel like a blur.
These two weeks are always the worst.
I think I might be cursed.

Nothing seems to go as planned
and they're always hard withstand.
My energy level goes down,
but I try to work around.

Everyone wonders why it's these two weeks
where I barely ever speak.
I'm not trying to be rude,
I'm just really not in the mood.

No one will ever comprehend
how much I go through in the end.
It's just way too complicated
and I don't feel accommodated.

I really wish I knew what to do.
There has to be something to get me through.
It's the last week of April and first week of May
That are always full of lousy and awful days.

Friends~Enemies

Friends

Nice, Friendly

Caring, Helping, Leaving

Peers, Buddies, Rivals, Foes

Hating, Despising, Alluding

Ignorant, Inconsiderate

Enemies

News

Boston Marathon,
North Korea Nuclear War.
Problems in the world.

Untitled

A way to release.
Poems express ones feeling.
A way to let go.

Me

I get annoyed easily,
I'm very hard to please.
I get mad quickly,
I'm not full of ease.

Although I try not to show it,
When you make me very mad,
But I do show it a bit,
And I know that's it's bad.

My personality is annoying
And I know that people hate me,
I know that they think I'm acting,
And I know that you agree.

I really should change,
As I know that some may say.
I know that my personality is strange.
But I'm not about to give way.

I am who I am
And I'm not about to change,
I like who I am
And I won't rearrange.

Life~Death

Life

Easy, Hard.

Experiencing, Living, Changing.

Sunshine, Soul, Grave, Cemetery.

Deceased, Leaving, Mourning.

Cold, Dark.

Death

The Haunted House

I stare at the house from a distance.
The lights are yellow and bright.
Like eyes staring at me in the night.

I slowly walk up the dirt path.
Through all the cobwebs and spiders.
The lights are on and glow brightly in the dark.
Shaking as if I'm a phone on vibrate.
I feel and hear my heart pounding.
                          Thump.                                   Up
                            Thump.                              Up
                              Thump.                         Up
                                Thump.                    Up
                                  I walk up the stairs.              
The stairs creek as I walk up them.
This house is a demon.
Intimidating and unsure when it will scare.
I ring the doorbell.

I'M GRABBED BY MY NECK AND THROWN INSIDE

and I NEVER return...

The Caterpillar

                                                                                                                                Top
                                                                                                                           The
                                                                                                                        To
                                                                                                                   Up
                                                                                                           Way   
                                                                                                      It's
                                                                                            Inches
The creepy, crawly caterpillar climbs slowly up the tree. It

Hungry for a leaf to eat.

 

The Little Girl

A little girl constantly making lies.
But I however look deep into her eyes.
She's hiding something.
I look harder.
I see fear.
I don't believe everything that I hear.
Those bruises and scars can't all be an accident.
She's a tough little girl.
Brave and courageous.
But who does she have to thank for that?

Finding Nemo

There's a little fish that lives with his dad.
Deep in the sea among the coral reefs.
So bright and colourful away from the sharks,
hungry for small fish with their great big teeth.

With a curious, adventurous mind,
the little fish swims out to the ocean.
With a mind-setting goal to touch the butt,
He swims fast because there's a commotion.

His dad yells and screams loud for him to stop.
But he can't stop now 'cause his mind is set.
The little fish stops and touches the butt.
But ends up getting scoopped up by a net.

The dad takes a journey to find his son,
Going through trouble but the job gets done

Perfection

Experienced.
Flawless.
Precise.
Skilled.
Sharp.
Clean.
Exact.
Ideal.
A goal striving to achieve,
But impossible to reach.

"Those" Girls

In my eyes I see
A try hard.
A devil under an angel.
A girl looking for attention.
But others see
A friend.
A kind heart.
A person that will always be there in the end.

Star

Glowing in the sky,
like a firefly at night.
Beautiful and bold.

Autumn

Falling softly down.
So slowly and gracefully.
Orange, yellow, red.

The Room

Are we in a trauma?
There's much unsaid drama.
So much tension.
And did I forget to mention,

This room is filled with conjunction,
and is completely out of function.
It's obvious majority doesn't belong,
It's like gibberish lyrics to an off-beat song.

This room is filled with tension,
and so much complication.
The pieces don't fit together,
It's like disordered weather.

This room is falling apart.
No one would've noticed from the start.
Things are changing so quickly,
but they're happening so silently.

So many people which means so many minds,
but all their brains are clearly blind,
because no one seems to realize,
all the distant lies.

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I'm very bad at writing quatrains,
I have no idea why.
Others seem to be so much better,
I think I might just die.

Everyone finds it so easy,
while I just sit here clueless.
I feel so defeated,
It's just like walking shoeless.

I just don't understand 
why this is so hard.
Every single thing that I write,
I always just discard.

It's been over 20 minutes.
Everyone else has finished five.
And I just sit here with nothing.
How am I supposed to survive?

My teacher's going to freak
when she finds out how much I've done.
Everyone else is finished.
And I haven't even done one.

About my blog!

I called my blog "hakuna matata" because it means no worries! You should live life to its fullest. Always try new things and if your scared, think hakuna matata! Wake up everyday thinking positively, and strive for the best! There's nothing to be afraid of! Never look back and dwell on the past. Everyday is a new beginning and a chance to start over so have no worries! The design of my blog is mainly purple because it's a fun, carefree colour. It reminds me of happy thoughts and I think it will suit my blog very well. My poems that I will be posting we not be on a specific topic because I don't want to limit my thoughts and I want to be able to express my feelings through my poems. ~Jess <3