Entry 024

Picture found under the Google search "Eeveelutions."

Sping's Emerge

Flowers are beginning to bloom

As the sun warms up in the sky

And melts the snow up north away.

Animals and bugs, flowers and pollen

Ice melting into water in the river,

Are all part of spring.

But as spring emerges,

So do my allergies.

I am unsure of how much of this I can take.

But, alas, it's spring's emerge,

So I guess I should be happy.

"Spring's Emerge," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 31st, 2011

Entry 023

Made with a thing on DeviantArt... "Pokemon Trainer Dress Up"

Rejoice

It's here.

It's time.

It's right now.

I'm going, going, gone.

I'm where I need to be.

I can finally work for myself

And get what  I need.

"Rejoice," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 30th, 2011

Entry 022

Screenie of Neopets Event, (c) Rebecca Grapentine via Neopets

Pride

Pride makes me who I am.

Pride is strength.

Pride is justice.

Pride is value.

Pride is unbreakable.

Pride is joy.

Pride is comfort.

Pride is individuality.

Pride is my soul.

Pride is my being.

If you take my pride away from me,

I am nothing.

"Pride," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 29th, 2011

Entry 021

Picture found on Google under the search "Abstract."

Anarchy

Lose control,

This is the sound of freedom.

You can't hold me down,

You can't tame me.

In this anarchy

We all live to be free.

I'm hungry,

I'm tired,

and I need help.

There's no one to reach out to.

No one to call.

No one is here to save me.

After experiencing this anarchy

I'd give absolutely anything for control again.

"Anarchy," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 28th, 2011

Entry 020

"Brandy," (c) Rebecca Grapentine

Repeat

A hiatus,

A long time since I last was here.

A repeat,

I'm back again and ready for what comes my way.

I know what to do,

But where to start?

I know how this works,

But I don't know where exactly to go.

I know what I want,

But I don't know how to go about it.

I know I'm repeating myself

And I know in the future I'll be repeating myself again

But I don't care

Because I'm caught up in the moment.

And I'm okay with that.

"Repeat," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 27th, 2011

Entry 019

Image found on Google under the search "Wolf's Rain."

Laughs

I wonder if there is a sound in this world

Happier than laughter?

Laughter between friends,

Between foes,

Between family or strangers,

Is there a sound more comforting than laughter?

More positive than laughter?

I do not believe so.

"Laughter," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 26th, 2011

Entry 018

Imagine found on Google under the search "Wolf's Rain."

Friends

It's been so long since I last met up with a friend.

But now I'm here, and we're together again.

We talk our talks, and play our games

And it's really fun just to hang out again

It's something I had almost forgotten about,

But now I'm happy we had the chance

To just hang out again!

Thank you for being my friend.

"Friends," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 25th, 2011

Entry 017

Picture found on Google under the keyword "Wolf's Rain"

Recovery

Not long ago, I was left behind

With no one to rely on but myself.

With plenty of struggle and effort

Was I able to catch up again.

And let me tell you,

There is no better feeling than the one of recovery.

I am a part of it again.

I am where you are.

We are equals.

"Recovery," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 24th, 2011

Entry 016

Unnamed, (c) Lauren Savage (and Rebecca Grapentine!)

Misery

Try, try, and try again

Even if you have no hope

And I certainly don't.

I feel pretty miserable.

I've got a cold,

A runny nose,

No medication,

And I just want to fall asleep.

I have to stay awake,

I have to get my work done,

But just for a little while please,

Can I take a nap?

Too bad I can't rely on you to wake me up again.

"Misery," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 23d, 2011

Entry 015

"Horses," (c) Rebecca Grapentine via Mabinogi, (c) Nexon

Waste

Boiling rage that cannot be contained.

Anger that has risen from laziness.

Forced upon me by you,

The teacher.

An hour, 60 minutes, pass by.

All I can do is sit here and wait

For the ink to pass over the paper

83 times.

You did not give me the ink.

You did not give me the paper.

You did not give me the money for them either.

I had to do this on my own,

And if I do say so myself,

What a waste.

"Waste," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 22nd, 2011

Entry 014

Picture from Google

Overload

No one is around to help

Not that I'd accept it anyways

As stress wraps me around its clever finger

And won't let go.

Time is too short,

Yet there's been time enough.

Everything is contradicting

To the point where I don't even want to think about it anymore

But if I don't then I'll fail.

I have to finish my work,

I have to sacrifice sleep,

I have to do whatever it takes.

So I can deal with the stress,

I'll just push it away

And get my work done

And save the overload until the end.

"Overload," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 21st, 2011

Entry 013

Lurcerne, (c) Rebecca Grapentine

Trapped

I was in the future.

When I came back,

I was tired.

I had missed so much.

I wanted to stay in the calm and solitude,

But was pulled back into everyday, fast-paced life.

But I'm not quite ready.

I need to recover from my time travel.

I'm trapped in the future.

Or am I trapped in the past before the past?

They can't understand,

They're in the norm.

I'm the one who's trapped in their own mind.

I'm trapped in the future.


"Trapped," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 20th, 2011

Entry 012

Walls of the Church, (c) Rebecca Grapentine

Pilatus

Such a place exists.

I saw the snow.

I slipped on the sleet.

The icicles, the coldest, thickest,

Clearest ones you could ever see,

Hung right there by me,

On mount Pilatus.

Such a place is dreamlike.

I was above the clouds.

I traveled up through the pure white dimension.

The journey, the longest, most beautiful,

Most amazing one you could ever take,

Leads you to that place,

On mount Pilatus.

I wish I could stay there,

And I want to see it again.

I'll take you there one day,

To mount Pilatus.

"Pilatus," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 19th, 2011

Entry 011

We Come and Go, (c) Rebecca Grapentine

The End is Near

The last stop.

The last home away from home.

The last chance.

The last time to see.

The last opportunity.

I cannot stop seeing it as the last time.

I need to close my eyes and blow the thoughts away,

That the end is near,

And live in the moment

At least for today.

"The End is Near," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 18th, 2011

Entry 010

From the Window, (c) Rebecca Grapentine

Overwhelm

How many places can I possibly go to

In just a single day?!

One minute we're driving in Germany,

And the next we're in Austria.

We stop,

We go,

And we're in Switzerland.

You just cross a bridge to get to Liechtenstein!

This is confusing.

This is overwhelming.

It's fun to travel,

But I need more time.

Let me soak it in.

Let me pause and reflect.

Let me take a moment to bask in the new.

With you it's always rush, rush, rush,

Be here now, go there then.

Wait a minute, I'm not ready.

How am I supposed to overcome

This overwhelming?

"Overwhelm," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 17th, 2011

Entry 009

Above the Clouds, I Ponder, (c) Rebecca Grapentine

How to Live

What is life?

Is it to eat, to drink, to stay alive?

Is it to socialize, or to love?

Is it to prepare for the future or live in the moment?

What I think life is,

Is to travel, to explore the unknown, to experience.

To be spontaneous yet to make careful decisions,

And to have fun.

Life is too short to stress over the little things.

"How to Live," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 16th, 2011

Entry 008

Don't Throw Bread Crumbs in Switzerland, (c) Rebecca Grapentine

Reflect

How many people have died here?

I stand where they were killed.

No one will remember,

In many years to come.

How did they feel?

I know it was very awful,

But I can't even fathom how it must have been,

As I stand along the road of their bunkers.

How does it feel to be starved,

To be tortured,

To be experimented on?

In this concentration camp of Dachau,

In the remains of the past,

One must reflect

And stop history from repeating itself.

"Reflect," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 15th, 2011

Entry 007

The Castle Hall, (c) Rebecca Grapentine

Prague

Promise me please, one day you'll see

Really see this beautiful place!

A city called Prague,

Graceful and beautiful, calming as well,

Until you must part, and then

Everything becomes sad.

"Prague," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 14th, 2011

Entry 006

Pilatus, (c) Rebecca Grapentine

My Dad

Happy birthday to you

You're across the world

I'm sorry I've missed it,

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you, 

It's still pitch dark there

Yet I'm riding on a bus,

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear daddy,

Happy birthday, and I love you!

"My Dad," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, Match 13th, 2011

Entry 005

The Icicles on Mount Pilatus 01, (c) Rebecca Grapentine

Newfound Family

Bonnie;

Nice, helpful, and sweet.

Jennifer;

Talkative, cute, and pretty.

Jeffrey;

Quiet, calm, and strong.

I wasn't with you for long,

And I'll miss you so.

Perhaps one day we'll meet again,

And I treasure you deep in my heart,

My newfound family.

"Newfound Family," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 12th, 2011

Entry 004

Swan, (c) Rebecca Grapentine
Berlin
A new placeNew sights to seeStrange buildings surrounding meWalking, walkingTrain stations everywhere,I need to hurry,And see it all.Graffiti all around,Plazas,And many people.The sun rises,The sun sets.Berlin, hello.
"Berlin," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 11th, 2011

Entry 003

Heaven's Mountain, (c) Rebecca Grapentine
The First Flight
Acceleration.Elevation.Clouds become grass,The grass becomes the core,The core becomes outer space.Tired and cramped,Long and boring.Descent.Halt.I'm here.
"The First Flight," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 10th, 2011

Entry 002

Picture from Damnlol.com

Leaving Home

Hours, minutes seconds,

Less than a day,

It's not far away now.

My life will change, and I don't use that word lightly,

And I'll step away from home for the first time.

I'm taking flight,

I'm finally spreading my wings,

My first time truly away from home,

Where even if I wanted to come back I can't.

It's painful to wait!

How much longer until I go?

I could burst with excitement!

So why do I not?

I am so happy, yes,

But I'm scared too.

Am I smart enough?

Can I fend for myself?

What if something goes wrong?

I ask myself many questions.

But I know that in the end,

Things will all work out fine,

And I'll be glad that I ever made the decision

To leave home

For the first time.

"Leaving Home," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 9th, 2011

Entry 001

My Unicorn, (c) Rebecca Grapentine
Okay
I'm okay.My family is breaking into two Even though there's nothing wrongAnd the process is slow and painful,Un-escapable,But I'm okay.
I don't like to talk about my problemsBut that's okay.I just keep acting like nothing ever changed.I go to school and slap on a smileAnd try to forget about it for a whileAnd it's hard;People sympathize just a moment then move on,But that's okay, I'm still okay.
We're still together for a whileBut it's painfulBecause it won't last and we all know thatSo I have to bottle it upUntil I can't anymore andI don't want this, I don't want this!I'm not okay, I'll never be okay!
But I'll never tell you that,So let me just pretend a while longerThat things are okay.So I'm okay, oh please just let me fakeThat I'm okay.
"Okay," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, March 8th, 2011

Entry 000

Colorful Towels 02, (c) Rebecca Grapentine
Hello, my name is Rebecca Grapentine. Before I actually get into my poetry, I'd like to explain why I'm doing this, as well as give anyone who cares to read a little information about myself.
I'm 16 years old and live in Arizona. I go to Centennial High School, and I'm a junior there. I'm not popular, but I have friends, and I'm content with my school life and I'm pleased with where I am now. I don't live to please others, but if they like me, that's nice, and I thank them. I do my own thing, and I'm into things most "in" kids think are weird, but I don't care.
What inspired me to start this was class today. My Creative Writing class, actually. We did some poetry and I got this crazy idea: what if I made a blog where, every day, I wrote a "journal entry" in the form of a poem? So here I am. I'm going to do it. Of course, I'm going to have days where I'm on vacation or grounded and I can't get on the computer, but I'll still write a poem for those days and post them as soon as I have computer access. For example, I'm going to Germany the day after tomorrow, so I can't get on here, but I'll post all the poems I write for each day as soon as I get back.
So, thank you to all who wish to follow this Blog!
And for those of you who were wondering, I put a picture of colorful towels at the top of this because I like colorful things. And I like towels. So, why not colorful towels? They're pretty.