New Blog

Hey everybody! So, you may or may not know this, but I'm very into witchcraft. I don't know if I fully believe it's real not; I'm kind of unsure at the moment. But that doesn't change the fact that it's hella fun to do!

I've always been intrigued and amazed my witchcraft, and hopefully you will too. Even if you don't believe in it, it's still an entertaining hobby.

On this new blog I will post new spells and potions daily. Check it out at: witchcraftnerd.blogspot.com

-Fireball123

Spring

This is my small attempt at haiku :) Never really done it before, so here you go!


Flowers are blooming
Bursts of colors come alive
Sweet smells around us!

Rage by Barlee101

This poem is not mine. I found it on Booksie.com under the pen name of Barlee101. I asked the writer if I could use it and she said yes :). I connected with the words, and I've felt this anger many times before. It is a bit disturbing, but the best poems are.


My rage burns,
like a cigarette left on a drape,
My anger bubbles,
like salted water in a heated boiler.

I am about to overflow,
I am about to explode.

You do not understand,
you do not understand me,
what I am about,
who I am.

Who am I?
I have explained it to you.
Over, and over, and over again,
Yet you ridicule it.
You ridicule me.

You embarrass me,
anger me,
sadden me,
make my inside feel like a ticking time bomb.

My face feels hot,
my heart speeds up,
the blood in my veins is pulsing.

I see you,
sitting there,
you look so innocent.

All I want to do is hurt you,
punch that little face of yours,
pull all that perfect hair out.

You smirk that little smile at me.

I cannot take it anymore,
I release a scream,
I stride towards you,
knocking everything out of my way,
I grab your face with my fingernails,
I rip out your precious locks.

You yell for help,
people panic,
they try to pull me off you,
but I refuse.

I slap you,
hit you,
your skin is bruised,
your eyes half closed,
for you cannot take it anymore.

I have exhausted you,
but the adrenaline does not stop,
I do not stop.

I hit you,
again, and again, and again, and again.

You do not fight back anymore,
you lay there and take it.

You? Take it?
Impossible.
You lay there,
your expression in anguish,
it does not change.

You are not breathing,
what is wrong?
I call out your name.
I call it out again.

I fell your chest,
that is now purple because of my beating,
I feel a small beat,
no louder than a tap,
slowly slow down.

Your face is motionless,
I realize what I've done.

My legs shoot me up,
people try to grab me,
people try to sustain me,
but I am too strong.

I run away,
I run away as fast as I can.

Plagerism

It was recently informed to me that some of my poetry can be found on a website called "poemsforfree.com". This raised awareness in the person that I had stolen some poems. I can assure you that all my writing is 100% mine. I would never, ever, in a million years steal. 


This "poet", named Nicholas Gordon, is a 70 year old man from Albany, New York. I have already sent a complaint to his e-mail, webmaster@poemsforfree.com.


I will also be sending a letter to him in the morning, his address is:


Nicholas Gordon
PO Box 3043
Fort Lee, NJ 07024


The reason I am giving you this is because he has posted many poems; over 50. I sincerely doubt they are all his. So if he has stolen any of your poems, I'd suggest writing him a letter immediately. 


Plagerism is a big deal in my book. I just want to make sure that people know that the stuff on this site is genuine and mine. As the person that told me about Nicholas Gordon said, "Stealing isn't cool."

World Poetry Movement Contest! :)

I just heard that the World Poetry Movement is having their annual poetry competition a little early this year. The prizes are much bigger and better this time.

They will be picking exactly 116 winners. They will notify them by e-mail. You could win from $1,000 to $250,000. I have entered this contest many times and unfortunately I have never won. I am more confident in my writing skills this time, but there are millions of participants nationwide, so it can get pretty competitive.

I hope everyone enters and best of luck!

The Way I Feel For You

I know that you don't feel for me
The way I feel for you.
We're good friends, I value that,
There's nothing you need do.

But as a friend I need to tell you
What is in my heart.
An unsaid truth is like a wall,
Keeping us apart.
My love for you will go nowhere,
Will just remain with me.
I'll hold it in my quiet arms
And feel it constantly.

The Pain That Will Never Go Away

The pain will never go away;
The wound will never heal.
The evil that was done to you
Is now your eyes, your heart.
The black will never turn to gray;
The blood will not congeal.
The violence is never through;
The past does not depart.

Time will merely make you whole,
Consuming what you are:
Part sufferer, part comforter,
Part victim, part new song;

Part mother of an angry soul,
Part child of despair,
Part witness and part conqueror
Of all that did you wrong.