A Mormon Girl's Life

random rampage on boredom

I'm bored. Life is dull. School is montonous and redundant. Possibly the only things I will do when I get home will be homework and eating dinner before going to bed. *sigh* Oh, well . . . Maybe I'll e-mail a friend . . . or read an AWESOME book . . . or . . . umm . . . find something else I randomly feel like doing! Right now I'm writing an even more AWESOME book than I could find on my bookshelf! I'll tell you about it and maybe even post it when I finish it. Church was great as usual on Sunday and since soon most of the kids in my grade are leaving on a three-day field trip I'll have MUCH less homework! Well . . . that's all for now . . . I''d reeeeeeaaaaalllllyyyyy like it if you rated this. Even though I shouldn't ask you to and even if you do rate this it doesn't really matter because I am just putting down how I feel and think. (Please, I don't have a reward, but I'd appriciate it if you would just send in a SENTENCE about how you like the poems I write! Be truthful!!)

Poetry: By Me

Titus Oceanus
Waves leap and tear at the prow,
Steadily, the ship floats forward,
A man on the mast; in the nest of a crow,
He calls down hoarsely to turn to the starboard.

A storm violently approaches, changing waves black,
The sails whip in the merciless gale,
Men dash to the deck, none do courage lack,
Against such odds, though, they seem fragile and frail.

Rain pounds on their heads, loud to their ears,
Wind tumults about, pulling them to one side,
A hurricane; one of a sailors' worst fears,
Lo! A titus of a wave rolls up; an impending death ride.

Time seems to slow, but, yes, it came,
Crashing currents rained from the sky,
To some it seemed dark, to others light, it was the same,
After it ended, there was a small cry.

The single survivor of ten minutes' doom,
He drifts in the wreckage, beaten and worn,
Currents tug him to shore, above, the beach cliffs loom,
Forever he will wander the earth, lonely and forlorn.