The Place

What wonders lie beyond the world so gray,
An incredible place, where you would like to stay.
Don't wait too long, to find The Place,
Why wait, when you can be flying in space?
Don't wait until you're old and lost,
until your body and soul are covered in frost.
Don't wait until death has come and taken you away,
Far away from the wonders of night and of day.
Don't cry, my child, sleep tight, my child,
Dream of a place where imagination runs wild.
Its lovely and wonderful and ever so right,
and not a care, nor a person nagging, in sight.
You don't have a need to sort through
your emotions, for they're all gone too.
Run, run, my child, don't ever look back,
I promise you, there is nothing you will lack.
Don't get too caught up though, for one day,
you will hear and unwanted voice say,
"Wake up, wake up, come back to the light,"
And you will say no, you'll want to fight.
But go, go, go back from where you came,
for you shall come again, it will be the same,
and if every night you dream of The Place,
life on earth will no longer be an losing race,
It will be easier, with something like this.
I will leave you, good night, good night with a kiss.
Go, go, but don't be too long,
Go to the place where there is no wrong.

-Michelle Sullivan

Ode to Missouri

An Ode to Missouri, the moodiest teenager I know.

(we're doing poems a lot, so why not?)

Missouri, yesterday I could sing,
Today I reflect the gray clouds,
Missouri you need a mood ring,
you could kill a vulture crowd,
this wind is fierce and tornadic,
Yesterday it was sunny and summer,
today its dark and making me sick,
This weather is a real bummer,
Last night I could have used the cool,
I was burning and couldn't sleep,
I could have swum in a pool,
Steady weather you cannot keep,
you trick us into thinking its for real,
then you come back and bite us,
Compassion for you, I do not feel,
You're so annoying I could cuss,
but I'm not going to, it just rhymes,
Listening to Nick Jonas helps a little,
Missouri you're bitter like limes,
no on wants to solve your riddle.


You liiiiike? I'm proud proud prouuuud! I think this one is right up there with the google chrome, the percy jackson, the bsafe and all the other poems/odes I've ever written.

A poem about nothing but me

(I'm writing a long poem in rhyming couplets for you, and the easiest subject to write a long poem about - beside Percy Jackson - is myself)

A Poem For Anyone Who's Listening

By Michelle Sullivan

You want to know? I'm just a fifteen year old girl

Another one who desperately wants her hair to curl.

I like playing any games that don't involve a ball,

My favorite seasons are spring and fall,

It don't like too hot and I don't like too cold,

I like to think my clothing taste is bold,

Someday I'm going to be a triple threat,

And I want a narwhal for a pet.

Pop culture is important to me,

I like most stuff that kids my age like, if you can't see.

I watch a lot of different kinds of TV shows,

My taste in entertainment is very wide

I love roller coaster rides.

My favorite book has got be Harry Potter,

But Percy Jackson is a close second, yes sir.

I don't have a favorite movie, or five movies,

When I hear a jammin' song I get the groovies,

I like Batman and I want to be a Superhero,

I've got 1million life points, you've got zero,

I've never been on a ferris wheel,

Everyone always says, "Are you for real?"

I'm more for real that you could ever wish to be,

I'm going to be president of the world, you'll see,

There will be more taco bells than starbucks,

And everywhere there will be...ducks.

One day I'm going to be a rapper,

I'll trump eminem and kanye, durr

I'mma not let kanye finish, I'm takin' the stage,

Just sayin', Rebecca Black's music video is all the rage,

She totally should have won the VMA instead,

After I am at the top I will go to space,

What will the spaceship have on it? My face.

Yeah I have ideas of grandeur, thats just me,

If nothing like that happens I'll still be cool, you'll see.

I'll go into psychology or maybe dance.

Maybe I'll meet famous people and move to france.

Sometimes I just say things because they rhyme,

And because I don't want to spend too much time,

And sometimes I do this, "I want to eat and orange."

AAAAHHH! Oh no what am I going to do?....blorange!

Wheeeh that was close! That was almost a little scary.

What rhymes with scary? Maybe fairy?

You know what else nothing rhymes with? Purple.

ThE eNd

I hate it when people do that every-other-letter-caps.

I Also Hate It When They Do This.

Peace out homeslice

-Michelle

Poems are dumb, yeah, poems are no fun. See what I did there?

This is the kitchen, where we bicker about everything;
past transgressions and fresh wrongdoing.
In the kitchen, nothing we do is ever right.
The dish is never clean enough,
and you should wipe the counter again
because you were too lazy the first time around
and I can still see crumbs.
We point fingers with secret smiles;
we twist the knife and laugh.
We confess our affection by causing strife
and with dissent, commit love.
But in the end, someone has to scrub the pot;
the one that's encrusted with dried, melted cheese.

I'm finished with that. FINISHED, I tell you! I shall never touch it again (except to print out 22 copies. dumb). I don't care if it's the worst poem you've ever read, or that it's not a poem at all. I don't care!

I've decided that we need a poetry tag, so I have created one. Capiche?

The poem response

So I'm writing this blog post, as a response to yours, I'm also timing myself.

I'd say its more of a rap though...

Gimme a beat, here.

Yeah, its totally cool when people check you out,

its like the care and feel like you know what you're about

Yeah but most the time they just checking out your hair,

or trying to tell you your fly is unzipped, like you care.

No I care about my fly,

But the amount of material there is unreal,

So if you don't care, thats all right,

just go on thinking they're checking you out, thats tight.

I could really go somewhere with this rapping biz,

I'm good so good, like the coke to the fiz,

and no I'm not talking about drugs,

why does everyone assume that?

If I were talking about drugs I would use drug lingo,

not the name of a classic yummy brown soft drinko

Did you know they found the secret ingredient in coke?

Its got alcohol in it, isn't that crazy? I don't know if I believe it,

but what the heck, I don't drink coke cause it makes me want sneeze-it.

I'm pretty sure I'm a rhymin fool,

I pun like a rapper and I work like a tool,

Did you get that one? Not surprised you're too slow to keep up

I'm going places with my rappety name,

I got cars and money and boys and fame,

Mitchy Ray goin' to the top in this game,

I probably own your house so don't you dare say this's lame

I got the works, yes I do, I got style and glam,

On the weekends I go out and hang with the fam.

You shouldn't be surprised that I'm a down to earth kid,
I've got talent and I'm worth it and I know what I did,

I've got people and homeys and lots of bling bling,

I got silver necklaces and a big gold ring,

I got fame and fortune and a little o' errythin

Confidence is key and looks are the lock,

So do what you do and don't forget to let it rock!

14 minutes. Yeah.

-stay classy.

I may rap this to you when you get home.

This Dumb "Poem" That I Wrote

Nothing is natural here,

Not even the people.

Especially not the people.

We walk like dancers;

We avoid things on light feet,

Suspicious and protective.

This place is my second home

Its secrets comfort me.

The coldness is like a mirror,

But everything it reflects is shut.

Every time I look at it, I like it less. But I don't care about poetry enough to change it, and I feel like as it is, it'll appeal to the angsty sensibilities of my creative writing peers, so why bother? I promise my next poem will rhyme. Probably. It might even be funny.

CloudCare

Amy you aren't doing anything today and you haven't written a blog post.

I was going to write one earlier, but I have a really good excuse: school.

I've been doing lots of school and I had to write this dumb report about how when the Soviet Union dissolved what its effect was on one of the East European countries. I haven't actually written the whole thing yet. I'm kind of putting it off.

Instead I went to my room and read the rest of New Moon.

Actually, I didn't finish it, but I'm tricking myself into thinking I finished it because I don't want to read where Bella gets mad at Jacob and his awesomeness, and she goes back to the vampires. The dumb vampires.

I read like two chapters of Midnight Sun.

Heres what I like about it, compared to Twilight

1. I like how its not from Bella's perspective. I kind of have a thing against Stephenie Meyer, but when I started reading this I realized that it wasn't her writing style that I hated so much, it was her characters. All of them except Jacob and Emmett and Jared. Well really I like all of them except Bella, Billy, Edward, Sam, Jessica and Mike. ( like Jessica and Mike in the movie, they're great)

2. I like how he reads minds. Its pretty cool.

3. I like how he reads Emmett's mind.

4. I like how Emmett has had like three or four paragraphs in just the first two chapters. Thats more than the whole three first books of Twilight ever gave him.

What I didn't like about it.

1. Edward isn't as bad about is explanations of everything, but he thinks way too much and he never talks. The dialogue to thoughts ratio in this book is like 1 to 100.

2. He makes characters that I thought were cool before seem not cool. Like Jessica.

3. Its the same story, and hes still a conflicted vampire. Its dumb.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. I need to read some Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and get my mind off this. Its annoying.

I wrote 6,233 words yesterday. I was in a real writing mood, but I didn't really have any stories, so I just made one up in my head. Its pretty horrible, but it took up a lot of time which is good, I guess, because what I would have been doing in that time is getting annoyed about twilight, getting on facebook, or watching netflix.

Actually I wouldn't have been watching netflix because its blocked here. I'm dying to know what Claire's dad is up to, but I guess I won't know until this weekend when you come home.

With all this snow I don't even know if you will be coming home. I hope it gets really warm really soon. If its not completely dry and moderately sunny and warm in a week an a half I'm going to bite someones head off. Probably my own.

We got a new blocking system. I think my ode to bsafe opened mom and dads eyes to the real program. Now we have something called CloudCare.

I will write an ode to it also about my feelings toward it so it doesn't feel left out in ode land.

Cloudcare you look happy and care-free

I haven't yet had time to see,

if you're anything horrible like bsafe

I think your name and logo

are like the beautiful colors of the venus fly trap.

you suck us in with your comforting looks,

then you eat us up like helpless little flies,

I will give you time to prove yourself to me,

but I'm very wary of your every move.

I hope you don't give annoying pop ups

when you think adds might be bad

Bsafe was worse than the adds

if you do that then it might just be

the las thing that you ever do

so watch yourself, cloudcare

You better write a blog post.

Mom said its snowed eight inches but I don't know how she can tell.

I think I'll make snow ice cream and think about how my birthday party is not going to be awesome because of cold weather.

I'll also think about heroes, but I won't watch it, because of cloudcare soft billowy white clouds of comfort, care and BLOCK.

Maybe I'll write some more. I already wrote like 2000 more words today. I'm like a cat with my fast writing skills! Too bad this mood only comes about once a year.

I'll see you this weekend. Or maybe not. :(

Thats right. I made an emoticon. And I already regret it.

Stay classy,