Don't Judge Me

Don't Judge Me

I see you standing there,
I don't like the way you stare
At my disfigured face.
I don't think it's your place,
To judge me.

You don't know what I've been through,
I've often been beaten black and blue
A real childhood I've never had.
Was your just as bad?
So don't judge me.

~candice


Okay so the poem is incomplete. I can't remember wht comes after that. I thought of at least 6 verses while i was bathing but I forgot most of it, this is all I remember. I get creative when I have to study!

Verses written in the middle of studying

I need to study,
I have to do it now!
If I don't
I'll flunk! And how
Awful it will be
To repeat the term,
So study I will,
My mind is firm.

A stupid rhyme
This is, I know.
I'm wasting my time,
I am my own foe.



I love to learn
And write bad verse
I have to study
Examtime is the worst.

I feel pressured and stressed
To do my very best
But last minute mugging
Really doesn't help in a test.

She walks in Beauty

This is one of my favourite poems of all time. I've loved it ever since I read the first four lines in 'The Far Pavillions'


She walks in Beauty

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light 5
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face; 10
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 15
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

~Lord Byron

Cup-cakes shining in sun-beams!

Cup-cakes shining in sun-beams!

Jaunt of colour.
Jaunt of glee.
Fun and laughter, sand and beach!
Licking cream off thee pink nose,
Tickling laughter and funny pose!
Sugary Feet,
Wild Abandon,
Happy Waves,
Oh, Yes! I crave crazy Cup-Cakes!
Bake away in my oven,
As dreamy brown eyes hidden in shy lashes,
Daze about days in powdery blue haven.

by ~Baktavar

Barren

Coy glances.
Soft touches.
Feathery kisses.

Bodies yearning.
Fingers exploring.
Passion unfolding.

Waves of desire.
Soaring together.
Spent.

Five weeks.
Hope rises.
Heart aglow.

Red streaks.
Dreams dashed.
Barren.
Barren

by ~candice

Where the Sidewalk Ends

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Weird-bird

Weird-Bird by Shel Silverstein

Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town."