I Am A Dangerous Place

Long time no update :P Enjoy~

I am a dangerous place --
Don’t come near!
A diplomat,
My children never settle.

Joy is withering
Resilience, barely there

I am a sky
Blue, forever and ever
Loud and thunderous
And masked by sweet marshmallow clouds

Fear is my alarm clock
Pretension, creeping up

But now the sunshower follows like Camille,
And I am a cactus in a swamp:
Concentrated,
In a dangerous place --
Don’t come near!

..connie..

ugly broken heart

More poetry... Wow, am I really that bored? 

Hahah seriously though... I have so much homework... And a biology test tomorrow... What am I doing?

i feel as the paper thin hospital gown you wear,

insignificant and unwanted but always there.

i feel as the one occasionally emerging from her shadow,

when in reality she lives in mine, post-recovery from an all time low.

why are you here again?

as i thought.

ailing,

over an ugly broken heart.

..connie..

jump rope rhyme #13

I've been really into poetry lately. And just beautiful things, I guess. Here is "jump rope rhyme #13" -- the counterpart to Spiky's "NOTHING" (see previous post).

don't know exactly how it happened,

by the wishing well.

we stood our ground and fought like hell and

until our arms fell down.

don't act like you don't see it now since 

Momma left this town.

she'd birthed you so you'd grow up caring

but now you've made her cry.

don't even get me started on Dad for

you are still his princess.

he'd say, "Hey, sweetie, how was your day?" 

and you'd just look away.

and now it's time for me myself

to take the chance and stand

above your words, the highest shelf

and make my entrance grand.

..connie..

NOTHING

Hey guys :) It's been a long time since I've posted anything of worth on here so I just took my friend Spiky's poem for English class.

A dog, a cat, a bug, a frog, baboons,

They like to eat potatoes during noon.

A horse, a cow, a moose, a goose, a bat,

They like to wear pajamas with a hat.

A man, a lad, a boy, a girl, a thug,

They like to go all crazy eating drugs.

My brain is stuck inside a little box,

When I am bored I always throw my clock.

When time is running fast my clock goes "tick,"

I'm sure I'll give you dollars worth of "this."

*Spiky: So I was drunk and wrote this on 3 AM so this poem is shittt.

..connie..