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.

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 :).

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 =].

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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

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