The idea of blogging
To let off some steam
To tell about your day
But this I will say
Is that I was blogging
Flogging my brain
For memoirs that I had
But this is said
Before I go to bed
Before I am dead
That this was a good day
The ups and downs
Recorded
The memoirs that I had in life that
Will not lie!
For I will not lie
About my day!
So as I write my thoughts and experiences
Down for the whole world
This I say is that each day
There is a message between
Experience and experience
But dont just look at me I am just saying
Like a suppersayin!

Why are we different?
Because you are a brittle block of rotting wood,
And I am an immortal diamond within obsidian sand.
When angered, you will raise your hand,
But don't you dare raise it to me,
For I will stand like statue, your blow caught in my palm.

If I were to read these,
To my chorus teacher,
She would beg for more emotion,
In my pronouncing of every line.
If I were to read this to my math teacher,
He would find in it no sense,
Art is a subjective understanding.

How would you now,
If you're favorite line in a poem,
Was nothing but a tiepo,
Your favorite writer forgo to catch,
Maybe I'm a typo to,
Just a random squigigle on the page,
A little piece of see glass in the waves.

Why do I stay on the bright side?
Because I fear the dark,
Knowing what it brings,
I find no peace in it.

I'd like to think,
That I'm an honored member,
Of the elite poetry society.
Though I know,
I'm a long way from that,
But make sure you save me a seat,
Because no matter what, I'm coming up.

I                                                                ­                                       Up
Used                                                          ­                                  Me
       To                                                               ­                 Picked
          Live                           ­                                         And
                On  ­                                                   Around
                   One                                        Came
                         Big                               You
                             *****                Until
                                     Downward

The songs you once played, the songs you once heard,
each one still lingers in my mind. Whenever I hear them,
you come rushing back from the deepest corners of my heart!