For the people I love

forgiveness

today was the happiest day
the look of surprise on your face
was the greatest look i've ever seen
though i think you appreciated what we did
and you said we reminded you of you
and believe me,
the only time i've ever been complimented like that before
was when someone else gave me a one-minute speech on why he admired me
and i wanted to say,
is that all you think of me?
even if it is,
that’s an awfully nice friendship beginning.

leather pants are not acceptable

please.

if you are a guy,
leather pants are not acceptable.
especially if they are tight,
especially if they are worn with a spiked collar and bracelet,
especially if they are worn with a matching leather vest,
especially if you are wearing makeup

i don’t care what the hell you are doing
i don’t care if you are in a play
seriously
stripper-monkey costumes are not for good boys-next-door
and besides
i like the nerd look on you
but i'm a bit disturbed by how it sort-of didn’t disturb me

this morning was beautiful

this morning was beautiful
i opened my cookie jar
and took out the box
that holds my connecton to you
i opened the box, and,
by some strange coincidence,
the necklace wasn't knotted
i put it on
and my strength, my support -
my best friend! -
was back.

Me the Mockingbird

I'm like a bird
I wanna fly away
I don't know where my home is

I thought it was here but now I wonder
If I am leaving my home
Or I am going to find it

My Teacher is a Werewolf

I
A
M
ANGRY

Just in case you wanted to know.
We had everything planned out
and now you're just in the way.
How can we do it when our teacher is a werewolf on the loose?
You are following me everywhere.
It's disgusting
I dont' care if you want to know if I'm mad
Of course I'm mad
And you don't have to fake a smile
Cos I know what's going on
How can we do it if Professor Lupin can bite anyone in sight?
I used to think you were like Lupin
I used to think you were special
But now you're just following with those fake
Rabid smiles
I just hope it's only
Because you forgot to take your potion
How can we do it when we don't have a time machine?
I want to go back and re-organize
Show you what we have planned
All your questions are answered
If you'd only take a look
How can we do it, Hermione?
I would love for him to ask me that
Maybe then I'll think of an answer

Note: In case you didn't figure it out, the name of the poem is "My Teacher is a Werewolf" and it starts with the line "I AM ANGRY!"
Background to this poem: After the Incident with Someone whose name will not be mentioned, she was following us, I swear. And it was annoying. And I had that song in my head and it fit. It's just like it seems like a great idea, but everything is getting in the way and I just wish we could go back and fix it and make everything we presented more organized. Instead we are stuck with this mess.

I write a sonnet

I couldn't remember how to write a sonnet (BAD HARPER!) so I had to go look it up on a website. I didn't really have any reason to write one until today, when inspiration hit... yes, I'm angry. Angry that she couldn't believe in me when I am leaving her so soon. Angry that I didn't have time to establish trust. Angry that maybe I made a mistake in loving her, though I don't see how it was a risk... I find romances much more risky and this relationship seemed somehow guaranteed.

Who are you?
Strong and silent like the Virgin Mary
Speaking up when it is what’s right
Knowing what is fully necesscary
Don’t ask how I know about the Mother
Muslim raisèd and faith was gainèd here
It’s just somehow you remind me of Her
But lately I find that image tapered
Now you take the path of least resistance
You are not the woman I admired
Have I misjudged somehow your character?
I don’t like at all what I now picture

Gag
This is you before:
Inspiration to all of us.
You showed us what to do,
how to do it,
when to do it,
why to do it,
what mistakes not to make.
You taught us life lessons.
You made sure we didn't go back on our word.
You made sure we learned something
Even if it wasn't the Council of Worms.
You talked to us
You got to know us
You followed our passions and made them yours.

This is you before:
Beautiful
Wonderful
The best teacher in forever
Flawless
Sweet
Kind
Knowing
Caring
Model citizen

This is you now:
You say I'm funny
You don't believe in me
What was once your passion
Is just now a passing interest
For it is too embarassing to show
You kick us out of your room
You tell us it's impossible
You give in too easily
And get mad when we question
You pretend you care
But then call up your husband and talk about yogurt
You don't even try to make conversation
It's like you wanted to get to know us
But now that you do, you regret it
Yet you keep saying you're proud of me

This is you now:
Fake

This is what I want to know:
Why does everything you do
go back on everything you've taught us?
Why are you making me gag?

Touche!

hard for me to realize
that it's all over now
we've been stabbed
our family unit's gone
touche! cried the school letter
aha! cried the knight
well, said i
what's this chain mail for?
i won't give up the fight
no i refuse to realize
that it's all over now

Typing Errors

the first time i typed up the poem about my cross-country tour
i wasn't really paying attention
i was in poetry mode
and everything was flowing from my soul
and my fingers weren't listening to my mind
and i put fifteen instead of fifty
and then i reread it, just to see what i'd written
and it came out as fifteen states
not fifty
so i had to edit it
but sometimes i think i should have left it at fifteen
it would have softened the blow
fifteen states would take less time
or at least i could spend more time at each one
fifty states in fifteen days isn't great
but fifteen states in fifteen days would be okay
and my father,
i don't think he's seen fifteen either
i think he counted off fourteen
so it would still be true.
last year i was fifteen
i think the number fifteen is a good number to be.