portfolio again

so typing that last one kinda excited me so im gonna type a few more of my shorter ones. the few poems i actually wrote.. lolz. :D

Inspiration

The beat of the drums moves my heart
as the mans words lift my spirits
excitement fills my veins
this language i know nothing of
these words that have no meaning to me
Inspiration knows no language
No boundries
my brain gears shift as my own thougt are pushed onto paper
the world falls back
i am lost in the essence
the essence of creativity
of emotion
of expression
the essence of inspiration

this next one is my fav poem ive written so far :D

BLIND

she sits, she stares and sees nothing
sound
sound is what saves her
the voices stream into her mind
the only connection
the words pain pictures
the beauty of her disability
she may not see their face
but through their words she sees their soul
the beauty of her disability
a world built of others can never be lonely
love in every stroke
compassion in every color
the beauty of her disability
is creation her girst rather than darkness her curse
Earth's cruel joke a gift from God,
embraced and challenged
her disability is hers to rule
it is no longer the beauty of her disability
but the beauty of her

i entered the 2 above poems ^^ into a contest so ill post the results later if and when i get them...
and one more just for the heck of it.....
but which one....
oh this one is good.

NSO(yes it wont make sense to anyone but me and one other person but that is indeed the title)

pain sits on my heart
weighing me down
the blood pumping though veins carries nothing but more misery
you wounds bring me to my knees
i cry out, i pray for your healing
your pains are these pains that condemn me to this hell
but still i look down, into this hell of hells
this flaming inferno raging beneath my own.
and i see you face,
tear stained and crushed with emotions
your eyes stab through my heart
your tears burn like acid on my skin
this ruin you have been brought to
is of my own accord
my wounds are left bleeding, cleansing myself of this pain
it is all i can do now
no help from me cans save you from this
out of this hole you must climb yourself
but i will be there standing
hand held out
waiting to pull you back up on your feet
and if you should accept my offer
i will, with all that is in my being, help you to heal

lolz. i just realized i sound like yoda for like half of that.
kk well thats it for now. if you actualy read my blog here is a list of other ones you pick the next one you want me to post!
Desination
Catalyst
the little boat that sunk
me and frozen liquids do not get along
the end
Reality's line
Loves Fairytale
then here a few that i havent turned in for my portfolio but i think thier good/interesting.
21 things to do before im 21 (but actualy more like 30 somthing... lolz)
Untitled (lol i know thats not much to go on... but i havent thought of a title for it yet...)

My Portfolio

okay so i wrote this yall... i'll gradually post more and more of my portfolio. but not all at once. i have to keep you enticed. :) i was actualy pretty proud of my metephores in this one. :D

this is called love letter from the broken

the love i hold for you is almost equivalent to the light you can find in a black hole.
I need you like a need a bullet to the heart. w
hen i think of you my emotions digress and objects are thrown. i have practiced my aim and can hit a bulls eye so long as your face is taped to it.
your insational ability to turn the best of people into pissy crabs still ceases to amaze me. i am in awe of how you can continue on in you idiotic ways and still seem to have every girl you want under your spell.
But i wish you no luck in your future and hope that every relationship you find yourself in wnds in utter ruin. For i know that even without my persistant disire of this result it will surely end this way. You yourself can do nothing to cherish the love given to you. you mess around and lose it.
so in the end all you will be left with is the type of love a hopelessly bulimic person feels for a nicely decorated pice of cake, once terribly disired and wanted now gaged on adn thrown up and away.
Left with the love of i bullet meeting the flesh of the heart. So despret to be with the objest you will never truely know. You will tear it apart like a bullet ripping through flesh, the love you disere so badly will be pumping away from you like blood rushing from open veins.
An unwanted love for the hopelessly needy.
That is your story and that it shall always be.

Guitars ( /wowza i havent been on here in 4ever!)

i deff have not been on here in FOR_EVA! idk what my problem is i guess im just not good at it. im the same way with face book.... lolz. any whoszit. whats up with me. well i gots myself a bf now, but who doesnt these days. lol. im not really in a bf writing about mood...(sorry nick) i think whats overwhelming my mind is music kinda. I'm in creative writing class this semester at school and its deff brought out alot more in me than i thought it could i've written several things that ill post as they come up and later ill post some of the ones i have. but today, well actualy lets start here. theres this kid, he actualy sitts behing me in class, who writes songs for the class, (rather than short stories and long unrhyming poems like me... lol) and Marshall our teacher was like OMG! (she a mondo hippie buy the way) YOU HAVE TO PLAY FOR US! cause he turned in his songs for his portfolio. and so he sang some stuff he wrote, sang a cover or two and i was just like DANG BOY! i want to play guitar so bad! and i've always wanted to so this isnt some random thing like usual with me. but random instances like this remind me how much i really want to. so i spent a good 15 minutes being crabby cause i didnt know how to play or have enough money to get a guitar and teach myself. then in third hour (which is my band class) this kid whips out his guitar and starts jammin
im like WHAT THE EFF!??
so im thinkin, ah heck! what not lets try and see if you can actuly do this thing.
so im gonna try and find me a guitar and a teacher and see if i can learn before i'm twenty one! (more creative writing insiders....) i'll type it... maybe...