Hello Internet!
This poem is about my relationship with my sister, Cat.
She makes me so mad,
invading my privacy
and not leaving.
She makes me so mad,
messing up my stuff
and not putting it back.
She makes me so mad,
blaming me for everything
and getting off clean.
But through all the trouble,
I am Hers
and She is Mine.
Bonded by blood,
to hold, cry, laugh
and support each other
Because we are sisters.
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Wednesday, August 3, 2016
I'm Fine
Hello Internet!
This poem was based off of a conversation I had with my mom.
She's worried.
She shouldn't be.
I'm fine.
I try telling her that
but it doesn't stop.
I'm not isolating myself,
I just enjoy being alone.
Kids my age try to talk to me,
i answer their question,
and move on.
I can talk more free
with adults.
I can connect
and make them laugh.
She's worried.
She shouldn't be.
I'm fine.
-Brenna
https://www.youtube.com/w
atch?v=eNxO9MpQ2vA
This song really does speak to me. I don't know who I am either. I spend a lot of my time in my room by myself thinking, singing writing, and watching YouTube. I definitely don't play by the rules of the game. Most girls my age are obsessed with "boyfriends" not writing poetry. Through poetry I think I have found who I am and am able to express myself like I can't anywhere else. Poetry allows another level of human emotion. Even if you think you can't write, you can write a poem that expresses true emotion.
Thank you for reading and please share with your friends.
This poem was based off of a conversation I had with my mom.
She's worried.
She shouldn't be.
I'm fine.
I try telling her that
but it doesn't stop.
I'm not isolating myself,
I just enjoy being alone.
Kids my age try to talk to me,
i answer their question,
and move on.
I can talk more free
with adults.
I can connect
and make them laugh.
She's worried.
She shouldn't be.
I'm fine.
-Brenna
https://www.youtube.com/w
atch?v=eNxO9MpQ2vA
This song really does speak to me. I don't know who I am either. I spend a lot of my time in my room by myself thinking, singing writing, and watching YouTube. I definitely don't play by the rules of the game. Most girls my age are obsessed with "boyfriends" not writing poetry. Through poetry I think I have found who I am and am able to express myself like I can't anywhere else. Poetry allows another level of human emotion. Even if you think you can't write, you can write a poem that expresses true emotion.
Thank you for reading and please share with your friends.
Over Focused
Hello Internet!
This is a poem I wrote that is just some of my observations.
I didn't like the way
light was flickering,
darkness coming and going.
Normally I don't notice,
I'm too over focused.
The wood spinning
faster and faster,
giving me a headache.
Normally I don't notice,
I'm too over focused.
The way the pendulum swings,
back and forth,
hypnotizing me.
Normally I don't notice,
I'm too over focused.
The gentle hum
coming from above,
putting me to sleep.
Normally I don't notice
I'm too over focused.
But that's just me.
-Brenna Bailey
I know it's kind of hard to understand but the things I was describing were blinking, a ceiling fan, a grandfather clock, and the AC unit. Thank you for reading my poetry and please share with your friends.
This is a poem I wrote that is just some of my observations.
I didn't like the way
light was flickering,
darkness coming and going.
Normally I don't notice,
I'm too over focused.
The wood spinning
faster and faster,
giving me a headache.
Normally I don't notice,
I'm too over focused.
The way the pendulum swings,
back and forth,
hypnotizing me.
Normally I don't notice,
I'm too over focused.
The gentle hum
coming from above,
putting me to sleep.
Normally I don't notice
I'm too over focused.
But that's just me.
-Brenna Bailey
I know it's kind of hard to understand but the things I was describing were blinking, a ceiling fan, a grandfather clock, and the AC unit. Thank you for reading my poetry and please share with your friends.
I'm a Poet
Hello Internet! My name is Brenna, and I'm a poet.
My journey to becoming a poet started when I was in 6th grade. My class started a poetry unit and I fell in love. I wrote many poems, but quickly realized I wasn't writing like I wanted. I was getting sappy and not at all me. So, I stopped. I didn't write another poem for 2 or 3 months. I had started to write books instead. None of them were very good, but I had fun doing it. One day my mom saw a poster for a writing camp. I went and found my love poetry once again. Since the writing camp a few weeks ago, I have written 11 poems and wanted to share them with the world.
This is the first poem I wrote since the camp. It's called "What Friends"
It will be here any minute,
they will be here any minute,
It is coming.
Running
thump, thump, thump,
away from It.
Sprinting, chasing, panting,
we run.
How long have we been running?
Who knows,
seconds, minutes, hours, days.
Red begins to drip.
I'm shot,
wounded in battle.
My leg grows weak,
but I endure.
Friends betray me.
I serve no purpose.
They trow me to it.
Crunch
I can no longer feel,
thank you Friends.
-Brenna Bailey
Thank you for reading my poetry and please share with your friends.
My journey to becoming a poet started when I was in 6th grade. My class started a poetry unit and I fell in love. I wrote many poems, but quickly realized I wasn't writing like I wanted. I was getting sappy and not at all me. So, I stopped. I didn't write another poem for 2 or 3 months. I had started to write books instead. None of them were very good, but I had fun doing it. One day my mom saw a poster for a writing camp. I went and found my love poetry once again. Since the writing camp a few weeks ago, I have written 11 poems and wanted to share them with the world.
This is the first poem I wrote since the camp. It's called "What Friends"
It will be here any minute,
they will be here any minute,
It is coming.
Running
thump, thump, thump,
away from It.
Sprinting, chasing, panting,
we run.
How long have we been running?
Who knows,
seconds, minutes, hours, days.
Red begins to drip.
I'm shot,
wounded in battle.
My leg grows weak,
but I endure.
Friends betray me.
I serve no purpose.
They trow me to it.
Crunch
I can no longer feel,
thank you Friends.
-Brenna Bailey
Thank you for reading my poetry and please share with your friends.
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