Sylvia Plath's The Dead

The Dead by Sylvia Plath

Revolving in oval loops of solar speed,
Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes,
Dead men render love and war no heed,
Lulled in the ample womb of the full-tilt globe.

No spiritual Caesars are these dead;
They want no proud paternal kingdom come;
And when at last they blunder into bed
World-wrecked, they seek only oblivion.

Rolled round with goodly loam and cradled deep,
These bone shanks will not wake immaculate
To trumpet-toppling dawn of doomstruck day :
They loll forever in colossal sleep;
Nor can God's stern, shocked angels cry them up
From their fond, final, infamous decay.

Whatif

Whatif by Shel Silverstein

Last night, while I lay thinking here,
some Whatifs crawled inside my ear
and pranced and partied all night long
and sang their same old Whatif song:
Whatif I'm dumb in school?
Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?
Whatif I get beat up?
Whatif there's poison in my cup?
Whatif I start to cry?
Whatif I get sick and die?
Whatif I flunk that test?
Whatif green hair grows on my chest?
Whatif nobody likes me?
Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?
Whatif I don't grow talle?
Whatif my head starts getting smaller?
Whatif the fish won't bite?
Whatif the wind tears up my kite?
Whatif they start a war?
Whatif my parents get divorced?
Whatif the bus is late?
Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?
Whatif I tear my pants?
Whatif I never learn to dance?
Everything seems well, and then
the nighttime Whatifs strike again!

something else by Shel Silverstien I liked a lot and hope you do to

Where the Sidewalk Ends

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Just thought you might like this its by Shel Silverstein

Why Does It Matter

Why does it matter that I got that just one b ,why does it matter.
Why is it such a big deal to you
Because to you I have to be perfect.
If I'm not straight A's I'm not worth it.
But why does it matter
I'm still related to you
and you can't change that

LOVE

Songs that I can't live without:

Listen to your Heart

How to save a Life

Rich Girl

Sweet Escape

Hollabak Girl (ahem if you haven't noticed , I LOVE Gwen Stefani)

Wind it Up

Grease Songs

Bad Day

If I think of others I 'll add them also Dane Cooks little track things are HILARUIS

Diss

Diss me if ya want

Diss me if ya feel the need

Diss the soul of me and my feeling

Diss what I want and who I am

But don't diss my friends

Pens

PENS what a wonderful thing,to write down the worlds feeling and pain

PENS to help the world bleed and make them understand the other ones pain

PENS to save a soul that lost ther home and have no hope for the future

PENS for the hopeless writer with a puprose or story or

PENS for the writer who has a true story with meaning and life,but no one will recognize .

My Life

Im crazy

Im free
im sad
im mad
I don't have a clue were I'm going today and what I'm doing I have no idea this could turn out this way.I feel bad for Blythe.I want her to cry to let it all out, I want her to let the pain peirce her heart and then just let go and let the grief die away.Why did he dieeeeeeeeeeeee?????????This didn't even happen today but a week ago and it still burns how it could happen........

My Head

My head it hurt from thinking.My head it cries in pain,grief and sorrow.My head screams with the rage of all the stupid people I know.It's going into absolute turmoil with all the thing my head must carry.Going insane,going out of my head.

Something while doing my other projecct due tommorow,projects seem to inspire me

TOUCHED


Touch the souls of million and be content
Touch the hearts of the sick and feel fufilled
Help others and feel good.
But make one person hard life struggle better and be wholly happy

Something I thought of while doing my report thats due tommorow

I close my eyes...I think of you

I close my eyes... and things come true

I close my eye...the world is dark,without a single shining star

Something off the top of my head while talking to myself in a Chatroom

frggal100: how ya doin

frggal100: doin fine

frggal100: drinkin coffe

frggal100: on a grape vine

frggal100: if ya knew me

frggal100: ya wouldn't care

frggal100: but since your lonely

frggal100: you must have hair

frggal100: but pleazzzzzzzz

frggal100: dont call me

frggal100: any names

frggal100: because i know your just insane
it rymes well and its the reason i started my blog because i wanted everybody to see the poetry that came randomly of the top of my head while i was in a chatroom with myself.I just kinda said what i wanted to and BAM it was instant poetry i hope you all like it and any future stuff i write