I seem to be
talkative, unpopular
and strange.  But really I
am caring, interesting and
creative.  I seem to be
different.  But
really I am special.
My thoughts have a mind of
their own wisping about in my mind.
I seem to be a brainiac.  But really I get
stuck too.  Sometimes I forget things, or
don't get what to do.  I seem to be happy,
but really I am sad.  I seem to be real
knowing.  But really I am confused.

Poetry is like an angel playing on a harp.

It smells like a fresh-bloomed flower that was

waiting to flourish.

Poetry feels like ice -

cold water on a hot summer day.

It tastes like an Oreo just dipped in milk.

Poetry sounds like a tree blowing in the wind.

Poetry looks like a dolphin jumping out of water.

I may seem like a dead flower,

My petals withering away,

But really I’m a flower that has not bloomed.

I sit in the shade waiting to grow,

But fearful to not be as big and beautiful,

As the rest of the flowers.

I may seem like,

I don’t appreciate,

Anything my family does for me,

But really,

I am so grateful for every single moment,

The spend with me.

I may seem like a rotting tree,

Falling down in the woods,

But really I’m a tree,

Standing up as straight as a building.

I may seem like I watch over everyone,

Like a hawk it’s prey,

But really,

I could care as much,

As a jellyfish cares where it’s going.

I may appear,

As a lot of different things,

But really,

I’m just me.

Homework is...

A long 5 hour voyage across the harshest sea.

You think you've finally reached your destination land,

When yet another wave strikes without warning.

You topple and turn and are thrown overboard.

'Tis a great struggle, but you finally pull yourself up,

Only to be knocked down again by the endless power of the sea.

At last the sea has calmed and you wash up upon shore.

You try to move but your muscles are just to sore.

You rest until morning, until the sun breaks through,

Only to sail the dangerous sea again.

Homework is just another wave threatening once again to sink your ship.