Ugh I have so much going on right now I just want to explode!! BOOM BANG there she goes!!!.....
I have a lot on my plate with a full stomache. I feel like I'm running in circles and all I'm doing is getting dizzy.
So the thing with Quinn living with me needs to end, becuase he drives me crazy. He doesn't clean up after himself or anything. He makes me want to punch myself in the kidneys. I thought it would be fun but guess what! I WAS WRONG TERRIBLY TERRIBLY WRONG!!
Also I thought that I could deal with Jacoby leaving and not comming back for awhile but I'm going nutty! He is like my cocain friend I just need him =]. I'm glad I have other friends here though or I would go insane.... unless I already have...
My friend Andrew I have promised to hangout with forever and I'm a jerk and stuff keeps comming up! Ugh! One kid I actually enjoy being around and when I say, "sure I would LOVE to come hangout!" the day it comes I'm either sick or work, or something else stupid. UGH!
I also got this other friend named Logan that I started hanging out with. He is pretty cool ^-^. He does a lot of cool stuff. I cant really say anything on here that would even come close to explaining him.
Thats all I have to say for now!I will talk to you guys later!
~Adrienne
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
A long way from the shore line
A long way from the shoreline
where you where standing once
in a dream lost far in memory
whispering back to me your words.
I stand here watching the waves
over the horizon is the sun
and the plan holding you
flying across the gray droll sky.
I have to cover my eyes
shielding it away from the pain
not only of this exploding sun
but from the pain of you gone.
A long way from the shoreline
is where I want to be laying,
laying next to my best friend
no romance is there but love is.
All is gone; all-save the memory
that ghosts behind you.
No words for us to speak together
nor the words of written form.
The time you are gone I sit
alone in these doldrums
when you come back my suns will meet,
causing complete distortion of
time
and
reality.
Until then my friend I sit here
and wait for your triumphant return.
Until that dreary, cold, winter day
I stand here, a long way from the shore line.
~Adrienne Zobell 09/03/09 10:36 A.M
Dedicated to Jacoby and his leaving. I love you! In this the shoreline is my source of flowing happiness, the suns are him and I. There is so much to this poem I feel that I cannot simply put into words.
where you where standing once
in a dream lost far in memory
whispering back to me your words.
I stand here watching the waves
over the horizon is the sun
and the plan holding you
flying across the gray droll sky.
I have to cover my eyes
shielding it away from the pain
not only of this exploding sun
but from the pain of you gone.
A long way from the shoreline
is where I want to be laying,
laying next to my best friend
no romance is there but love is.
All is gone; all-save the memory
that ghosts behind you.
No words for us to speak together
nor the words of written form.
The time you are gone I sit
alone in these doldrums
when you come back my suns will meet,
causing complete distortion of
time
and
reality.
Until then my friend I sit here
and wait for your triumphant return.
Until that dreary, cold, winter day
I stand here, a long way from the shore line.
~Adrienne Zobell 09/03/09 10:36 A.M
Dedicated to Jacoby and his leaving. I love you! In this the shoreline is my source of flowing happiness, the suns are him and I. There is so much to this poem I feel that I cannot simply put into words.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Sreaming Children
Far off the distance,
A piercing scream.
Close in your heart,
You hear a motherless child.
Can you hear the silence,
The silence of the lambs?
Do you hear the pain its caused,
Taking them away?
The hogs scream,
The chickens cry,
The cows moan in agony.
Mamma hens can no longer speak,
to their chicks that you took.
Daddy cows can no longer hug,
the calves they helped create.
Your taking them away,
your killing them inside.
Far off in the distance,
you hear the squeal of the hog.
Far off int he distance,
you hear the squeal of breakfast.
How appetizing.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/23/09
I was watching a peta video and you could hear the screaming of the pigs and I couldn't take it. I had to write down my feelings here. I am no way though saying your disgusting or horrible for eating meat in anyway this is just how I feel about it.
http://www.peta2.com/p2vsk2_flash/
I suggest watching this because it's packed full of information. Its not disgusting or over the top its just what inspired me to become a vegetarian. Even if you don't have the desire to become a vegetarian at least educate yourself. Animals ARE NOT stupid.
A piercing scream.
Close in your heart,
You hear a motherless child.
Can you hear the silence,
The silence of the lambs?
Do you hear the pain its caused,
Taking them away?
The hogs scream,
The chickens cry,
The cows moan in agony.
Mamma hens can no longer speak,
to their chicks that you took.
Daddy cows can no longer hug,
the calves they helped create.
Your taking them away,
your killing them inside.
Far off in the distance,
you hear the squeal of the hog.
Far off int he distance,
you hear the squeal of breakfast.
How appetizing.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/23/09
I was watching a peta video and you could hear the screaming of the pigs and I couldn't take it. I had to write down my feelings here. I am no way though saying your disgusting or horrible for eating meat in anyway this is just how I feel about it.
http://www.peta2.com/p2vsk2_flash/
I suggest watching this because it's packed full of information. Its not disgusting or over the top its just what inspired me to become a vegetarian. Even if you don't have the desire to become a vegetarian at least educate yourself. Animals ARE NOT stupid.
The Leaves are Dying
Our tree is dead,
the leaves rotting,
death is near us,
love closing.
Nothing leaves our lips,
not not a whisper,
we are falling deeper,
we are closing.
Our tree once beautiful,
with leaves full of love,
is now a distant stain,
in the backdrop of our lives.
Nothing can bring it back,
not even our love,
because that too has diminished,
forever rotting under us.
One day I will go back there,
to see our love that was,
and I will weep for us,
because we once were.
Nothing will heal it,
the wounds that were made,
but someone can hold it shut,
when you left away.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/22/09
This is about a tree Tanner and I used to go to the first year we were going out. It was somewhere we enjoyed being. I wrote this poem when I felt it had died, not the tree but the love it represented.
the leaves rotting,
death is near us,
love closing.
Nothing leaves our lips,
not not a whisper,
we are falling deeper,
we are closing.
Our tree once beautiful,
with leaves full of love,
is now a distant stain,
in the backdrop of our lives.
Nothing can bring it back,
not even our love,
because that too has diminished,
forever rotting under us.
One day I will go back there,
to see our love that was,
and I will weep for us,
because we once were.
Nothing will heal it,
the wounds that were made,
but someone can hold it shut,
when you left away.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/22/09
This is about a tree Tanner and I used to go to the first year we were going out. It was somewhere we enjoyed being. I wrote this poem when I felt it had died, not the tree but the love it represented.
My monster friend
I have a fuzzy friend,
His name is fuzzy frank,
He is the reason,
All of mommy’s soda is drank.
Mom never believes me
Because she cannot see
All the messes’ frank makes
And blames them all on me!
Sometimes he isn’t a good friend
Sometimes has real mean
But mostly he is funny
Maybe because he’s green.
One day I’ll get back at him
Mom will catch him in the act
And then she will believe me
After she learns the facts.
It’s not me who causes problems
Or destroys her beautiful walls
It’s that dang old monster
Who makes everything fall.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/21/09
I am in adult roles and we are making puppets of monsters and for some reason this popped into my head.
His name is fuzzy frank,
He is the reason,
All of mommy’s soda is drank.
Mom never believes me
Because she cannot see
All the messes’ frank makes
And blames them all on me!
Sometimes he isn’t a good friend
Sometimes has real mean
But mostly he is funny
Maybe because he’s green.
One day I’ll get back at him
Mom will catch him in the act
And then she will believe me
After she learns the facts.
It’s not me who causes problems
Or destroys her beautiful walls
It’s that dang old monster
Who makes everything fall.
~Adrienne Zobell~ 04/21/09
I am in adult roles and we are making puppets of monsters and for some reason this popped into my head.
Monday, April 20, 2009
I am many
I am as tall as a 6th grader,
but look as old as a senior.
I am childish at heart,
but mature like an adult.
My mind is firm and sturdy,
my body, soft and plush.
I am patient and caring
but urgent and fierce.
I am forgiving in heart,
but unmerciful in mind.
I am a good person,
yet I'm mischievous.
I am who I am,
but I am also someone else.
04/20/09 12:20 P.M
This is how I felt about myself today. I was walking through the halls of school.
but look as old as a senior.
I am childish at heart,
but mature like an adult.
My mind is firm and sturdy,
my body, soft and plush.
I am patient and caring
but urgent and fierce.
I am forgiving in heart,
but unmerciful in mind.
I am a good person,
yet I'm mischievous.
I am who I am,
but I am also someone else.
04/20/09 12:20 P.M
This is how I felt about myself today. I was walking through the halls of school.
My Fortress
I live inside a fortress.
The walls made from cloth.
The ceiling is quite droopy.
Only broom handles and
staples hold it up.
But his is my fortress.
The walls keep me safe.
The ceiling is high,
The pillars are thick,
A stable fortress it is.
Mom says its dark,
"A cluttered mess!"
Its getting in the way.
She can't move around.
And it blocks her view.
My castle is glowing.
It's adventurous and neat.
It's huge and expansive.
I get lost in it's walls.
The view is beautiful.
This is my castle.
This is my home.
This is my playground.
This is my childhood.
This is my palace.
I am the princess,
my brother the prince.
Our puppy the jester.
But you old fort,
are my fortress.
4/19/09 11:09 P.M
I was building a fort with my brother and had a childish flashback which I wanted to write about so here it is :).
The walls made from cloth.
The ceiling is quite droopy.
Only broom handles and
staples hold it up.
But his is my fortress.
The walls keep me safe.
The ceiling is high,
The pillars are thick,
A stable fortress it is.
Mom says its dark,
"A cluttered mess!"
Its getting in the way.
She can't move around.
And it blocks her view.
My castle is glowing.
It's adventurous and neat.
It's huge and expansive.
I get lost in it's walls.
The view is beautiful.
This is my castle.
This is my home.
This is my playground.
This is my childhood.
This is my palace.
I am the princess,
my brother the prince.
Our puppy the jester.
But you old fort,
are my fortress.
4/19/09 11:09 P.M
I was building a fort with my brother and had a childish flashback which I wanted to write about so here it is :).
Ode to Squibbles
Dear Squibbles, the roses are red.
My precious boy, violets are blue,
and your cage, my pet,
is beginning to smell like poo.
04/18/09 10:46 A.M
This poem is about my pet snake who's cage I need to clean =].
My precious boy, violets are blue,
and your cage, my pet,
is beginning to smell like poo.
04/18/09 10:46 A.M
This poem is about my pet snake who's cage I need to clean =].
Drowning Worms Tonight
It's raining.
It always rains when you call.
Sometimes it's a sweet musk
as like your skin.
But not tonight.
Tonight it's a raging storm,
both outside in the darkness
and inside of my soul.
Usually it doesn't pour.
It does tonight.
The grass is soaked.
The worms are drowning.
They crawl exposed and cold,
The exact same way that,
I am tonight.
Your voice is low on the line.
A low hum drum buzzing.
I feel like your dying,
or at least we are.
This is tonight.
The spark was put out
by this pouring rain.
The love has been destroyed,
chilled to the bone.
It was tonight.
04/17/09 11:30 P.Mish
I was on the phone with Tanner when I thought up this poem. I was on my back porch in the pouring rain and the worms had come up through the grass on the sidewalk.
It always rains when you call.
Sometimes it's a sweet musk
as like your skin.
But not tonight.
Tonight it's a raging storm,
both outside in the darkness
and inside of my soul.
Usually it doesn't pour.
It does tonight.
The grass is soaked.
The worms are drowning.
They crawl exposed and cold,
The exact same way that,
I am tonight.
Your voice is low on the line.
A low hum drum buzzing.
I feel like your dying,
or at least we are.
This is tonight.
The spark was put out
by this pouring rain.
The love has been destroyed,
chilled to the bone.
It was tonight.
04/17/09 11:30 P.Mish
I was on the phone with Tanner when I thought up this poem. I was on my back porch in the pouring rain and the worms had come up through the grass on the sidewalk.
OH THE SMELL
Oh what is that awful smell
a buttery salt greasy aroma.
A nasty sizzle of a popping sound
fills the air behind the bar.
You ask for a large,
you ask for a tub,
you want extra butter,
you want extra salt.
Oh how I loathe you
wretched popcorn.
You burn me with your heat
You taunt me with your taste.
Oh how you make my hair smell
A stale buttery salt
I cannot wait to take a shower
to wash your putrid smell out.
04/16/09 around 9:00 p.mish
So here it is! Inspiration: My nasty work that makes me smell popcorn... Oh how I dislike popcorn!
a buttery salt greasy aroma.
A nasty sizzle of a popping sound
fills the air behind the bar.
You ask for a large,
you ask for a tub,
you want extra butter,
you want extra salt.
Oh how I loathe you
wretched popcorn.
You burn me with your heat
You taunt me with your taste.
Oh how you make my hair smell
A stale buttery salt
I cannot wait to take a shower
to wash your putrid smell out.
04/16/09 around 9:00 p.mish
So here it is! Inspiration: My nasty work that makes me smell popcorn... Oh how I dislike popcorn!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
She's My Childhood
She's my playground,
she's my memories.
She's my door into
lost temporarily.
She takes me back,
to the place I was,
When I learned love
and withdrawals.
She's my merry-go-round,
my piece of happiness
only a phone call away.
She's my reminisce.
She's my happy thought
the thing that makes me fly
please don't take my childhood
please don't even try.
She takes me back
to a place I belong.
She is my words,
she is my song.
Adrienne Zobell 04/14/09 11:30ish but written on the 15th.
This poem is about Kadee Christopherson, my only way to know how my childhood was like. I love and thank her for that everyday. Kadee is my childhood.
she's my memories.
She's my door into
lost temporarily.
She takes me back,
to the place I was,
When I learned love
and withdrawals.
She's my merry-go-round,
my piece of happiness
only a phone call away.
She's my reminisce.
She's my happy thought
the thing that makes me fly
please don't take my childhood
please don't even try.
She takes me back
to a place I belong.
She is my words,
she is my song.
Adrienne Zobell 04/14/09 11:30ish but written on the 15th.
This poem is about Kadee Christopherson, my only way to know how my childhood was like. I love and thank her for that everyday. Kadee is my childhood.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sleep Now
Sleep now love,
for soon the sunshine comes.
To warm your face
and sting your eyes.
The night time was not
Good to you
It left you weak and
DAZED.
Now sleep my sweet
lullaby
Tomorrows creeping in
Through the blinds like
A serpent through the
Sands of time.
The spiders cannot
Lay eggs in a sleeping
Persons mind.
Sleep now
Rest now
for your still soul is mine
to capture.
Adrienne Zobell 4/13/09 10:06 a.m
With this poem I was watching Quinn sleep and so he was my real inspiration. This one is dedicated to him.
for soon the sunshine comes.
To warm your face
and sting your eyes.
The night time was not
Good to you
It left you weak and
DAZED.
Now sleep my sweet
lullaby
Tomorrows creeping in
Through the blinds like
A serpent through the
Sands of time.
The spiders cannot
Lay eggs in a sleeping
Persons mind.
Sleep now
Rest now
for your still soul is mine
to capture.
Adrienne Zobell 4/13/09 10:06 a.m
With this poem I was watching Quinn sleep and so he was my real inspiration. This one is dedicated to him.
Polar Opposites not Attractive
Touch,
Shove,
Sigh,
Exhale,
Gasp,
Inhale,
Pant,
Grunt,
Scratch,
Claw,
Bite,
Tear,
Shake,
Tremble,
Nibble,
Clench,
Tickle,
Over.
STOP.
Embrace?
Adrienne Zobell 4/12/09 11:41 p.m
This poem is really the two different ideas of whats going on in a sexual relationship between two people. The first is really how one partner feels while the bold italic words are how the other person really feels about it. I usually see it as being the boys idea then the girls ideas.
Shove,
Sigh,
Exhale,
Gasp,
Inhale,
Pant,
Grunt,
Scratch,
Claw,
Bite,
Tear,
Shake,
Tremble,
Nibble,
Clench,
Tickle,
Over.
STOP.
Embrace?
Adrienne Zobell 4/12/09 11:41 p.m
This poem is really the two different ideas of whats going on in a sexual relationship between two people. The first is really how one partner feels while the bold italic words are how the other person really feels about it. I usually see it as being the boys idea then the girls ideas.
Your Face Screamed Murder Into my Ear
The bells are tolling
My eyes are rolling
These words are foreboding
And my life is eroding.
The hearts are rotting
Your face is knotting
These feelings are mocking
And your fate is knocking.
The reaper is rapping
Our souls are flapping
These words are foresaking
And we are partaking.
A slow death.
Adrienne Zobell 4/12/09 3:04 p.m
My eyes are rolling
These words are foreboding
And my life is eroding.
The hearts are rotting
Your face is knotting
These feelings are mocking
And your fate is knocking.
The reaper is rapping
Our souls are flapping
These words are foresaking
And we are partaking.
A slow death.
Adrienne Zobell 4/12/09 3:04 p.m
Welcome!
Welcome everyone to my awesome new poem blog. Let me tell you about it first of all. I'm going to write a poem everyday for a whole year (yeah 365 poems!). So whenever a good idea comes in my head. If I don't get a brilliant idea (a.k.a writters block) I'm just going to write a poem about an event that happened to me that day. I'm actually really excited about this and want to share so much with you people! I'm going to work on this really hard everyday.
So far I have three poems. I'm going to write the date the poem was written on and the time just so everyone doesn't get confused with the post date. Some days I could possibly write more than one poem and so I'll either pick my favorite or post both. I would really like your feed back and know your ideas. I'm not asking for critisizm though just idea and thoughts so please don't tell me all my errors and what not, after all poetry knows no limits of the thoughts, imagination, or format. This is where I am going to express some of my deepest feelings. Some of my poems might have some things that your not sure if they symbolize something or not so feel free to ask. I love to give feed back! I'm really trying to do this to help my creativity flow more. I'm trying to broaden my horizons.
I hope to hear from people I'm leaving this blog open to the public unless I come across any problems with pre-copywritting. This is all about integrity people! So feel free to leave your own creative thoughts!
Hope you enjoy =]
Adrienne Zobell
So far I have three poems. I'm going to write the date the poem was written on and the time just so everyone doesn't get confused with the post date. Some days I could possibly write more than one poem and so I'll either pick my favorite or post both. I would really like your feed back and know your ideas. I'm not asking for critisizm though just idea and thoughts so please don't tell me all my errors and what not, after all poetry knows no limits of the thoughts, imagination, or format. This is where I am going to express some of my deepest feelings. Some of my poems might have some things that your not sure if they symbolize something or not so feel free to ask. I love to give feed back! I'm really trying to do this to help my creativity flow more. I'm trying to broaden my horizons.
I hope to hear from people I'm leaving this blog open to the public unless I come across any problems with pre-copywritting. This is all about integrity people! So feel free to leave your own creative thoughts!
Hope you enjoy =]
Adrienne Zobell
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