Confessions of A Teenage Drama Queen

Confessions of A Teenage Drama Queen

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It's a collection of teenage girl and stories.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Girl Poetry

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It's a collection of teenage girl poetry.

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Submitted: March 07, 2017

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Breakfast With the Enemey

Ricy meets for breakfast
With the despised king
His servants keep him obese
While his slaves grow thin

She tells him about
The land of Heaven
And about the killer bees
He tells her about royal
Honour and how the people
Will be free

She takes him into
The land of Truth
But he refuses to open up the door
She leaves him to himself
Knowing that he will
continue to ignore

Bang! The slaves break down the
Door and drag him
from his table
They pull him onto
The streets where they
hang him with a cable

Ricy sees that the
truth has won
Delusion cannot survive
So justice will be done

 


Fear of the Lady

The lady in the Purple Chador
Thought she knew you well
But you were the one with the
Heart who had been
Living in the cell

And the madman that they
Thought you were
Finally found his power
You got high and jumped the
Very next hour

But you stayed in a box for fear
Of the Queen of Narnia
In her special gloves
She is cold hearted terror
And an enemy to love

They sewed clothes that
Were meant for the priest
But when they got to his house
They found that he
Was already deceased

 


Following the Moonlight

The moonlight and my
passion were the only
lights there to guide me through
the darkness to your side
Every day I follow the strong
emotions I feel for you
Like the current of a tide.

I’ll invite you
into the kingdom
of my subtle soul
and show you its
beauty and grace.
If you will hide me from
the overwhelming world
Like a child under the
cloak of your embrace.

You can hold me across
the dance floor
we'll be like the
two glass ballet
dancers in the windup jewellry
box I owned as a child.
We’ll wind ourselves up and
dance around the room
With our emotions and
hearts gone wild.

We’ll create a world of
our own under the cloak
Of your embrace
Where I will need
nothing more than to see
your lovely face

I’ll invite you into
the deep depths of
my soul where
We can swim in an
ocean of my dreams
And then we’ll swim in
yours and with
double the effort
We’ll bring them up to
the surface and make
Them into reality.

I always knew that you were
the one I was meant to love
The way that your voice
sprinkles magical passion over
My soul was certainly a
message form somewhere above

When I see you near my heart
shoots off fireworks that
spells out the message that
I want you to know
The one that says
“ I love you so”

We can dine in heaven
and push away reality
Love like this has
no limits you see.

But somehow none of this
childlike dream
ever came true
Your unresponding child must
have been kidnapped by corruption.
You can’t see the enchanted
world that I do.

Guides of the Night

The moonlight, my passion
Would guide me through
The darkness to your side
Everyday like the current
Of a strong tide

I’ll invite you into
The kingdom of my soul.
If you will let me
hide from the world
In the cloak of your embrace
We can become the two
Glass ballerinas in the music box
Who danced around on a magnet
In front of the face
Of a smiling child

We could create a
universe of our own
Under the cloak of your embrace
Where we can conjer up
The power of the place

I can invite you
into the deep depths
Of my soul where we can
swim in my dreams
Then we’ll swim in yours
Bring them to the surface
Turning them into reality

I always knew that you
were the one I would love
That day you floated down to me
Like a gift from
the angels above

We can dine in heaven
and push away reality
Love like this has
no limits you see?

We can become two poets
With an ocean to spill
We’ll float in it in
our boat for eternity

The Intuitive Extravert

Her subconcious is like a sponge
collecting the meaning of life
She can quickly slice
through any problem like
Hot butter being sliced by a knife

They say that other people
are your very best mirror
When I looked into the
eyes of this girl
My reflection became quite clear

Her intuition was
like a second conscience
Speaking into my ear
She was godlike
She had not a single fear.
Being only human I wondered if
 I would be welcomed near.

The Invasion of the City

The waves crashed the temples
that stood on God’s mighty shore
They would see the fortress fall
They’d break down the door

And the Bishops ran in all
directions shouting God’s lies
And burst into the room with the bird cage
Where they had imprisoned the wise

They said that they had seen Death
And asked what they should do
They were told to follow the weed
Back to the seed from which it grew

They ran into the cellar
And picked up the cierra ball
And in it they dared to
visit the Land of Internal
Where it was fall

Intelligence of Nature

A tiger is a model
A bliss to all
A snail will be banished
No matter how tall

A horse will be trained
to pull the roll
An orange will be given
to the captain asail

The moon would be a
gift for the very wise
Better than greasy
Mcdonald”s fries

Suits in armour
always clank about
In the end they find
out what it was about

In the Circle of a Closed Mind

Wondering round and round
In the circle of a closed mind
Trapped from the rest of reality
To which you are blind

Creating you own
world in the circle
Is what drives you insane
But you ignore
the world outside
To avoid further pain

What an irrational
way to live life
All the unnecessary work
Causes internal strife
Inspiration From
Some Heaven Beyond

inspiration from
some heaven beyond
lights the fires of
my passion like a magic wand

while most have turned
a few are still going
while most of the embers have died
a few are still glowing

it burns like a mighty fire
devotion and love causes
the flames to rise higher

you fight off the yearning of
betrayal as the truth sets in
you fight an internal battle within

even in times of cold
a great human spirit cannot be sold
you create power and passion
when you are bold

Inspiration sends magic that
pushes you through Hell
because beauty will arise in darkness
and cast an unbreakable spell

 

Inside My Mind

Inside my mind
I cannot find

Anything but destiny
Inside this place
There is disgrace

And a powerful key
To eternity

I might invest
1000 years or more
to finding the key
That will open the door

Into the Internal World

The salvation I need
Never existed
“But You are real”
I continually insisted

Gazing into my subconscious
Like a crystal ball
Into the deep depths
Of my own internal world
Where I have it all

Believing that maybe there
Is more to the world
Than just what is real
Having to take in the
Truth that reality
Holds no connection
With my ideals.

The ideals are heaven
From in here
But mean nothing outside
I want to release the
Entire contents of my soul
That I have always
Tried to hide

I want to paint the world
Hidden in my subconscious
But I never know
where to start

There is always way
Too much emotion to
Pour into one creation of art

If I painted my soul it would
Cover a billboard that
Stretched from Germany To Greece.
Many colourful images and
words would be released

 

 

 

In The Creative World

You have creative thoughts
That try to reach you during the day
But you are so busy
That you turn them away

I sat in my own kingdom
Up on a cloud in the sky
And plunged back into reality
Shattering the lie

The most beautiful thing
Is to live as though you will die
And to realize that death
Was simply a lie
 
The Purge

Do you ever wonder why
You can’t touch the sky
When you are about to cry?

Have you ever heard
The moaning of the sea turtle
In the tiny corner of the zoo?

If you threw a Frisbee, would
It reach every person that
You missed during the purge?
If you shrunk down
And flew on a bee’s back
Would you then learn
your own courage?

The darkest path is the one
That will never make you laugh
The misery you know will not end
If you never go.
But the starry night sky
Is never a lie

In the Illusion

In a thick illusion where an
artist spends their time
In a world of their own design

Giving their personal
meaning to the world around
Crashing headfirst into reality
The tower of cards
comes crashing down

But more inspiration comes
And so they create
Trying to find their way to Heaven
where they can become a Saint

There is a treasure
hidden in every heart
An olive green cockatoo
 waiting for a start

There is a sunset at
the end of everyday
Over a wild green river
 to a path that leads the way

To the forest of innocence
Or the destiny of infinite
Drenched in rainwater
the kingdom of happiness
Knows no bounds

In Every Soul

In every soul
The world is whole

Everything is the same
Open up the door
And find so much more

More and more mystery
In the sweet moonlight
Still so uptight

The waking hours
are still a bore
Bringing back the past
Hopefully it will last
For at least 3 hours
Or more

In The Depths

In the depths
of your subconscious
Which you often ignore
A world springs to life
When you are truly bored

The world is functioning below
While you are busy in the world
When it rises up it is
An exciting new world

There’s world
functioning inside of you
While you are busy
doing other things
You see the importance of it
When you look deep within

When you see both worlds
You can visit a new
location every hour
Having creativity
gives you the power

Internal adventures
Are as good as
those that are real
Life can be a rotating wheel

You have creative thoughts
Trying to get through every day
So often you curse the gift
Of the angels away

 

Innocent Teenage Dream

The wind blew through the trees
Echoing the voices of 15th
century church choir
The voices offer hospitality from
The devilish winds
My vulnerable teenage trust
Brought me under of the weeping trees
Weeping with me because
some had lost their sensibility
To think that God would have motivated
Such acts of hospitality while
Others were so cold and isolated
Some would die for passion.

 
Your Inner Angel

Your psyche is an angel
Tries to send through the truth
But you give it too much abuse

When another speaks honestly
The unavoidable truth flies
But is quickly forgotten
In the Land of the Unwise.

When you speak straight
From the heart
There comes something
Unique from within
Let the psyche answer
It has a special song to sing


The Magical Law

Life is art like a collage
Take all ideals and images
And you have a big image

It won’t rotate with reality
It will be misunderstood
But wait for the end
Don’t let it die for good
 
Hopeful Magic

you push your way through
the fires of Hell
you cannot turn back
you know it too well

you are lost inside
your hearts dream
everything burns until
you want to scream

but still in the dark
woods you carry on
you follow a path
on which you belong

you see the sun and you
know that there is hope
you hear and sweet song
and know that you can cope

there is always a kind of magic
that pushes you through Hell
because beauty will arise in darkness
and cast an unbreakable spell

 

 


Revenge of the Bitch

she goes into a cave and
meets the Twisted Sisters
they give her false directions
which cause her life to blister

she meets delinquent kids who
try to delay her journey out
she walks into the dark depths
where giant wasps pour out

of a giant nest inside of a scary cave
the place is a death trap, a giant maze

she sees all of the nightmares that
have haunted her since childhood
a goat man, the spider man
nightmares that she has never understood

but the tables have turned
and now Ricy is ontop
the criminals run and hop

away on crutches
to escape the beast's cluthches

some run away and hide while
Ricy becomes a duchess
in their stupidity they look up at
her like she is a goddess

the lesson to be learned
is that the girl that they
nearly burned as a witch
is the same one who becomes
a terrifying bitch

the same one who bombs
them into a ditch
the same one who becomes
the world's worst lunatic
Scared Slave

if the sun stripped you naked
would you obey?
or would you climb into the pool
and give the King way?

would you laugh at the prize
given to the poor
or would you climb into another
world and then lock up the door?

Self-reflection Pool

Freedom was a candle
That burned on and on
Casting light upon the shadows
That danced to their own song

In the caves of eternity
Where the stalagmites hang
Over self-reflection pond
Like a dragon’s fangs

You dive into the pool
And you are surrounded
By a sea
Of your inner mind
That others cannot see

You open a door
and find a poet
She always lived there
But you did not know it

The Goddess of Destiny
Asks you which way
You’d like to go
You cannot tell her
Because you do not know

 

 

 

 


Self-reflection Pool

Freedom was a candle
That burned on and on
Casting light upon the shadows
That danced to their own song

In the caves of eternity
Where the stalagmites hang
Over self-reflection pond
Like a dragon’s fangs

You dive into the pool
And you are surrounded
By a sea
Of your inner mind
That others cannot see

You open a door
and find a poet
She always lived there
But you did not know it

The Goddess of Destiny
Asks you which way
You’d like to go
You cannot tell her
Because you do not know


Wal-Mart Land

The girl who looks like a pig
Internally and externally
The lady who has to pin the
Stickers on the children’s
Fronts perfectly

The man who pounds on the door
At 10 to get his catfood
The girl from the photo store
Who gives me attitude

The balloon man with
The suspenders who is like
Spider man with the sticky web
The employees from the ghetto
Who are poor but overfed

The party under the streetlamps
That happens after dusk
The fall of the girl
Who wanted to A plus

 

The Adventures of Gangreanne Skypole

This is a story that I started in around grade 12. It is one of the many stories that i started. In grade 10 I wrote "Cybella moves to Hummingbird Hollow" and dreamed up another story about two kids who drown in a river whirlpool and fall into another world that is in the core of the the Earth. I also sarted a story about two kids who meet some fairies in a forest who help them find their happiness again after they loose it.

For me grade 12 was a year when I painted dishes and wrote many poems. During that period I believed that greed was evil and corrupt. I met my charismatic equivalent Jenn in grade 10. We spent many interesting hours together and when i wasn't hanging out with her or doing school work i was probably drawing a picture of a peacock or writing a poem about my opions at the time.

The story below is the same type of story as the one about Anika Geisler, the girl who fell down the ice crevace which later inspired the story about the morons in Nazi Germany.

Ricy Ball was suppose to be a girl who befriends an ignorant Christian fanatic in Nazi Germany. After her friend is arrested for her involvement in an Anti-Nazi revolt. She fears that she might be arrested as well so she hides in an abandoned forest bunker. While she is in the bunker she dreams that she ckimbs into a fairytale world and ungergos many adventures there. Perri Gilpin and Gangrean Skypole are suppose to be other characters who have also entered this fairytale world somehow from Earth. Their seperate stories sounded basically similar. Their stories would have been complicated to write and this potential book series which i pratically dreamed up in my spare time was never finished.

Later in the ice crevace story perri gilpin wakes up in a village with many houses in it that ressemble giant hukkahs. I took inspiration when I was shopping a couple of times. I saw a pretty hookah in a shop. After Perri Gilpin wakes up she has to walk to the stainglass monestary and meets an old women who can talk to plants along the way. Ricy on the other hand goes to a city that is built into a mountain and journeys through a cave that is full of giant wasps and her worst nightmares. Later in the story she learns that she has magical powers and can help the people of the fairytale world defeat a much despised tyrant called king Agnorace.

 Have you ever fallen into a hole and come out a different person? Maybe you have before. This is a metaphor for depression. Sometimes you will hear someone say that they have fallen into a deep dark depression and can’t get out and while they are down there they undergo an internal search, have many learning experiences and achieve self enlightenment.

 Gangrean Skypole had an identity crisis at age 17. It happened when she began to question what was important in life and crashed into a deep dark depression. I figure that you are seeing this in a metaphorical way. It is very common for teenagers to begin questioning their life and stop living whatever life they are living as it no longer seems important and feel depressed and withdrawn.

Gangrean Skypole had a different experience than other teenagers. She crashed into a depression in the face of the Earth. The process was quite the same. This scary event that didn’t kill Gangrean Skypole but brought her to stare death so closely in the face became a turning point in her life. Being so close to death caused Anika to think about her own life more carefully. This event was followed by many adventures through both beauty and darkness and led her to meet many extraordinary and eccentric people. Like the metaphorical journey to self discovery in the bottom of a pit of depression Gangrean Skypole descovered herself on a literal journey when she fell into a depression.

 Let me start by telling you a little bit about Gangrean and her life. For a while now Gangrean had sensed that there was something worng with her life deep inside and well she should have. She was living a life of such sterilized perfection that she wasn’t living at all. She was basically a robot driven by greed. She always tried to be perfect but she wasn’t perfect, she was just sick. However she did not know this for she had never known of any reality outside of her own the one she had always lived in. She also did not know any life or world outside of the town she lived in called MacAvenue Island, which was a lonely icy town located up north, nestled at the base of two great white mountains. It was not an Island geographically but it was an island in the sense that it was surrounded by a bare sea of snow on all sides with no civilization for miles. It was a tiny town with small rows of wooden houses and large four wheel drive and slow vehicles pushing their way through waste deep snow after a storm. The drug rate was very high because it was such a boring place to live lacking in most facilties. Gangrean had lived here her whole life with her mother and her sister Tazabeth who was 4 years younger than she was.

 She had always enjoyed her family life and her home life, but she had reached an age where she desired to escape the lonely town and see more of the world. Maybe places where exotic trees grew or where she could see great big building or the sea for the first time. Another thing that she needed ot explore was life itself, her perception of it and her psychological approach to it..
 
At the moment she felt trapped and nagged at by external expectations. She didn’t feel that she had enough time to explore her own horizon but was being pushed in someone else’s direction of choice.She felt like she was being tossed and pulled in all kinds of different directions by external forces. By this I mean she didn’t feel like she was in control, like she was steering her own ship. But what a confusion it would have been if she were. She didn’t have any idea of where she was going in this great big open sea of life. But who always did know where they were headed? Sometimes there would be barriers set out that you could follow so that you would have to think very little about life or worry about steering yourself through all those great big open waters and to unknown destinations like for many who decide to look to a God and are guided down a narrow lane in life. Or those who chose to follow scociety’s well known roots again and again. But Anika was the type who liked opened waters. She saled her own root. She wanted  to explore unknown coastlines in life with the attitude of Columbus.
Treasures of the Earth

I was gazing into my mind
Like a chrystal ball
Into a world where
Leaves continually fall

Fabricated romance
Is sleeping in the cave
But may be undug
By the future slaves

The ones who dig the tunnels
The ones who lug the dirt
are also the ones who find
The treasures of the Earth

 

 

The Wise Imperialist

She has been seeking out
competition like never before
She is like a ship of British imperialists
Trying to conquer every shore
She moves from passion the passion
In an attempt to explore

A passion is like a
contract with the heart
After that it becomes your
True form of art
So make sure you wanted
it from the start

What arrogance it takes
to give like a hero
Without first showering
yourself with love
You are next to zero

Your Ghost's Journey

You never kept your promise
So she haunts you day and night
She felt pure hatred and
she felt pure delight

The moonlight that she
follows to your side
Is as pure as
The truth of her soul
And newly born plants
Grew over her heart
Bulging and full

The music that she plays
Comes straight from the core
But the illusions shattered
Washing her upon a new shore

 

 

 

Voices From the Deep

Can’t weep over
a pretty painting
That wasn’t meant to be
The pieces ripped apart
Right infront of me.

Something in the air
Gave off a dingy smell
The voices of the deep
Are calling trying to
Break the spell

If the angels came
And gave me a wand
I would know
that in the future
Nothing could go wrong.


Watercolour Painting

Spring plants and gardens
looked washed together
in the heavenly garden forever

in the rain and dew like in a
water colour painting
gushes down onto
a fairytale town

the folks in the town have
learned how to sing
the Lords prayer in the
middle of spring

the Mighty Goddess of
this fantasy land
is the one who paints
it all with her own hand

all on the paper falls
under her command
she is the creator
of the land

 


The Solemn One

The solemn one stands.
Her gestures are as kind as the
soul reflected through the
eyes that display it.

Her heroic style and courage
so strong that her presence can
be felt by any lost
victim in need of a hand.

Her strength so great that a
strong iron pole must bind
her into the face of the
earth that spins so fast.

When a tear drops from
another’s face, it is always her
reflection that is seen in it as
she rises to her feet
in the other’s grief.

To know her is not possible,
as her thoughts and needs
she holds in some holds in
some forgetten dimension
being the martyr that she is

The Time Machine Pilot

A pilot flies in
the time machine back
To the very first stop
There she gets off

on the fast moving globe
skeletons are dancing
infront of the flickering strobe

to the tunes of the sixties
they were all too stoned
to guess their fate,
the one that she knows

 

The Transition

Painful is the transition
from artist to athlete.
No more pretty poems
just mean girls who complete

No more perspiring
emotion, only sweat
The transition
from life to death

The overwhelming sensitivity
Where happiness is heavenly
Depression is dangerously low
Each touch is a blow

 

 

 

 

The Vengeful Twin Leaders

there are two leaders
one of them is fat
one of them is creative
the other is always babysat

both are greedy and
 both are corrupt
both practice murder
both are people to
 whom others look up

they live in a spanish house
on an ocean shore
they own two black cats
they are both vulgar whores

they both follow idealism that
 is ahead of their time
they both light candles and drink wine

the one thing that makes
their story so great
is that at one point they clashed
as much as night and day
 
The Voices of the Strong Night Wind

The wind blew through the trees
Echoing with the voices of a
15th century church choir
My passion raced and
my soul was on fire

The voices offer hospitality
from the devilish winds
In a world where there
is too much sin

My vulnerable teenage trust
Brought me under of the weeping trees
water dripped down from the
branches and sprayed onto to me

they wept with me because
some had lost their sensibility
but i still had the gardens and
the rain which were were natures luxuries

To think that God would have motivated
Such acts of hospitality
while while others were living in reality

Some were so cold and isolated
others were feeling violated

some others would die for passion.
while others were partying
and fussing over fashion


Undignifyed World

Patriotic sinners
who meant so well
Seekers of righteousness who
Take the world to Hell

Denyers of logic
from the closets
Of blindness
Lunatics on throwns
Who show ignorant kindness

Masochists with belts
Who seek to please the Lord
Poets of the Dark Ages
Who lived in caves of
Ignorant words

Priests who give counsel
And confuse the wise
Philosophers who speak
Without opening up their eyes

Swords that take off heads
For crimes that shouldn’t exist
Lives that are danced away
While the point is missed

Car driving corruptors
Who hide all the truth
Beggars who fail to see it
While blindly taking abuse

Christians who preach morality
While eating tortured birds
Muslims who act on what
they claim are God’s word

Leaders who condemn murder
while sending troups to war
Limosines that drive up
Infront of the poor


Two Different Worlds

There’s a world functioning
inside of you
While you are busy
doing other things
You see the importance of it
When you look deep within

When you see both worlds
You can visit a new
location every hour
Having creativity
gives you the power

Internal adventures
Are as good as
those that are real
Life can be a rotating wheel

You have creative thoughts
Trying to get through every day
but so often you curse the gift
Of the angels away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Breakfast With the Enemey

Ricy meets for breakfast
With the despised king
His servants keep him obese
While his slaves grow thin

She tells him about
The land of Heaven
And about the killer bees
He tells her about royal
Honour and how the people
Will be free

She takes him into
The land of Truth
But he refuses to open up the door
She leaves him to himself
Knowing that he will
continue to ignore

Bang! The slaves break down the
Door and drag him
from his table
They pull him onto
The streets where they
hang him with a cable

Ricy sees that the
truth has won
Delusion cannot survive
So justice will be done

 


Fear of the Lady

The lady in the Purple Chador
Thought she knew you well
But you were the one with the
Heart who had been
Living in the cell

And the madman that they
Thought you were
Finally found his power
You got high and jumped the
Very next hour

But you stayed in a box for fear
Of the Queen of Narnia
In her special gloves
She is cold hearted terror
And an enemy to love

They sewed clothes that
Were meant for the priest
But when they got to his house
They found that he
Was already deceased

 


Following the Moonlight

The moonlight and my
passion were the only
lights there to guide me through
the darkness to your side
Every day I follow the strong
emotions I feel for you
Like the current of a tide.

I’ll invite you
into the kingdom
of my subtle soul
and show you its
beauty and grace.
If you will hide me from
the overwhelming world
Like a child under the
cloak of your embrace.

You can hold me across
the dance floor
we'll be like the
two glass ballet
dancers in the windup jewellry
box I owned as a child.
We’ll wind ourselves up and
dance around the room
With our emotions and
hearts gone wild.

We’ll create a world of
our own under the cloak
Of your embrace
Where I will need
nothing more than to see
your lovely face

I’ll invite you into
the deep depths of
my soul where
We can swim in an
ocean of my dreams
And then we’ll swim in
yours and with
double the effort
We’ll bring them up to
the surface and make
Them into reality.

I always knew that you were
the one I was meant to love
The way that your voice
sprinkles magical passion over
My soul was certainly a
message form somewhere above

When I see you near my heart
shoots off fireworks that
spells out the message that
I want you to know
The one that says
“ I love you so”

We can dine in heaven
and push away reality
Love like this has
no limits you see.

But somehow none of this
childlike dream
ever came true
Your unresponding child must
have been kidnapped by corruption.
You can’t see the enchanted
world that I do.

Guides of the Night

The moonlight, my passion
Would guide me through
The darkness to your side
Everyday like the current
Of a strong tide

I’ll invite you into
The kingdom of my soul.
If you will let me
hide from the world
In the cloak of your embrace
We can become the two
Glass ballerinas in the music box
Who danced around on a magnet
In front of the face
Of a smiling child

We could create a
universe of our own
Under the cloak of your embrace
Where we can conjer up
The power of the place

I can invite you
into the deep depths
Of my soul where we can
swim in my dreams
Then we’ll swim in yours
Bring them to the surface
Turning them into reality

I always knew that you
were the one I would love
That day you floated down to me
Like a gift from
the angels above

We can dine in heaven
and push away reality
Love like this has
no limits you see?

We can become two poets
With an ocean to spill
We’ll float in it in
our boat for eternity

The Intuitive Extravert

Her subconcious is like a sponge
collecting the meaning of life
She can quickly slice
through any problem like
Hot butter being sliced by a knife

They say that other people
are your very best mirror
When I looked into the
eyes of this girl
My reflection became quite clear

Her intuition was
like a second conscience
Speaking into my ear
She was godlike
She had not a single fear.
Being only human I wondered if
 I would be welcomed near.

The Invasion of the City

The waves crashed the temples
that stood on God’s mighty shore
They would see the fortress fall
They’d break down the door

And the Bishops ran in all
directions shouting God’s lies
And burst into the room with the bird cage
Where they had imprisoned the wise

They said that they had seen Death
And asked what they should do
They were told to follow the weed
Back to the seed from which it grew

They ran into the cellar
And picked up the cierra ball
And in it they dared to
visit the Land of Internal
Where it was fall

Intelligence of Nature

A tiger is a model
A bliss to all
A snail will be banished
No matter how tall

A horse will be trained
to pull the roll
An orange will be given
to the captain asail

The moon would be a
gift for the very wise
Better than greasy
Mcdonald”s fries

Suits in armour
always clank about
In the end they find
out what it was about

In the Circle of a Closed Mind

Wondering round and round
In the circle of a closed mind
Trapped from the rest of reality
To which you are blind

Creating you own
world in the circle
Is what drives you insane
But you ignore
the world outside
To avoid further pain

What an irrational
way to live life
All the unnecessary work
Causes internal strife
Inspiration From
Some Heaven Beyond

inspiration from
some heaven beyond
lights the fires of
my passion like a magic wand

while most have turned
a few are still going
while most of the embers have died
a few are still glowing

it burns like a mighty fire
devotion and love causes
the flames to rise higher

you fight off the yearning of
betrayal as the truth sets in
you fight an internal battle within

even in times of cold
a great human spirit cannot be sold
you create power and passion
when you are bold

Inspiration sends magic that
pushes you through Hell
because beauty will arise in darkness
and cast an unbreakable spell

 

Inside My Mind

Inside my mind
I cannot find

Anything but destiny
Inside this place
There is disgrace

And a powerful key
To eternity

I might invest
1000 years or more
to finding the key
That will open the door

Into the Internal World

The salvation I need
Never existed
“But You are real”
I continually insisted

Gazing into my subconscious
Like a crystal ball
Into the deep depths
Of my own internal world
Where I have it all

Believing that maybe there
Is more to the world
Than just what is real
Having to take in the
Truth that reality
Holds no connection
With my ideals.

The ideals are heaven
From in here
But mean nothing outside
I want to release the
Entire contents of my soul
That I have always
Tried to hide

I want to paint the world
Hidden in my subconscious
But I never know
where to start

There is always way
Too much emotion to
Pour into one creation of art

If I painted my soul it would
Cover a billboard that
Stretched from Germany To Greece.
Many colourful images and
words would be released

 

 

 

In The Creative World

You have creative thoughts
That try to reach you during the day
But you are so busy
That you turn them away

I sat in my own kingdom
Up on a cloud in the sky
And plunged back into reality
Shattering the lie

The most beautiful thing
Is to live as though you will die
And to realize that death
Was simply a lie
 
The Purge

Do you ever wonder why
You can’t touch the sky
When you are about to cry?

Have you ever heard
The moaning of the sea turtle
In the tiny corner of the zoo?

If you threw a Frisbee, would
It reach every person that
You missed during the purge?
If you shrunk down
And flew on a bee’s back
Would you then learn
your own courage?

The darkest path is the one
That will never make you laugh
The misery you know will not end
If you never go.
But the starry night sky
Is never a lie

In the Illusion

In a thick illusion where an
artist spends their time
In a world of their own design

Giving their personal
meaning to the world around
Crashing headfirst into reality
The tower of cards
comes crashing down

But more inspiration comes
And so they create
Trying to find their way to Heaven
where they can become a Saint

There is a treasure
hidden in every heart
An olive green cockatoo
 waiting for a start

There is a sunset at
the end of everyday
Over a wild green river
 to a path that leads the way

To the forest of innocence
Or the destiny of infinite
Drenched in rainwater
the kingdom of happiness
Knows no bounds

In Every Soul

In every soul
The world is whole

Everything is the same
Open up the door
And find so much more

More and more mystery
In the sweet moonlight
Still so uptight

The waking hours
are still a bore
Bringing back the past
Hopefully it will last
For at least 3 hours
Or more

In The Depths

In the depths
of your subconscious
Which you often ignore
A world springs to life
When you are truly bored

The world is functioning below
While you are busy in the world
When it rises up it is
An exciting new world

There’s world
functioning inside of you
While you are busy
doing other things
You see the importance of it
When you look deep within

When you see both worlds
You can visit a new
location every hour
Having creativity
gives you the power

Internal adventures
Are as good as
those that are real
Life can be a rotating wheel

You have creative thoughts
Trying to get through every day
So often you curse the gift
Of the angels away

 

Innocent Teenage Dream

The wind blew through the trees
Echoing the voices of 15th
century church choir
The voices offer hospitality from
The devilish winds
My vulnerable teenage trust
Brought me under of the weeping trees
Weeping with me because
some had lost their sensibility
To think that God would have motivated
Such acts of hospitality while
Others were so cold and isolated
Some would die for passion.

 
Your Inner Angel

Your psyche is an angel
Tries to send through the truth
But you give it too much abuse

When another speaks honestly
The unavoidable truth flies
But is quickly forgotten
In the Land of the Unwise.

When you speak straight
From the heart
There comes something
Unique from within
Let the psyche answer
It has a special song to sing


The Magical Law

Life is art like a collage
Take all ideals and images
And you have a big image

It won’t rotate with reality
It will be misunderstood
But wait for the end
Don’t let it die for good
 
Hopeful Magic

you push your way through
the fires of Hell
you cannot turn back
you know it too well

you are lost inside
your hearts dream
everything burns until
you want to scream

but still in the dark
woods you carry on
you follow a path
on which you belong

you see the sun and you
know that there is hope
you hear and sweet song
and know that you can cope

there is always a kind of magic
that pushes you through Hell
because beauty will arise in darkness
and cast an unbreakable spell

 

 


Revenge of the Bitch

she goes into a cave and
meets the Twisted Sisters
they give her false directions
which cause her life to blister

she meets delinquent kids who
try to delay her journey out
she walks into the dark depths
where giant wasps pour out

of a giant nest inside of a scary cave
the place is a death trap, a giant maze

she sees all of the nightmares that
have haunted her since childhood
a goat man, the spider man
nightmares that she has never understood

but the tables have turned
and now Ricy is ontop
the criminals run and hop

away on crutches
to escape the beast's cluthches

some run away and hide while
Ricy becomes a duchess
in their stupidity they look up at
her like she is a goddess

the lesson to be learned
is that the girl that they
nearly burned as a witch
is the same one who becomes
a terrifying bitch

the same one who bombs
them into a ditch
the same one who becomes
the world's worst lunatic
Scared Slave

if the sun stripped you naked
would you obey?
or would you climb into the pool
and give the King way?

would you laugh at the prize
given to the poor
or would you climb into another
world and then lock up the door?

Self-reflection Pool

Freedom was a candle
That burned on and on
Casting light upon the shadows
That danced to their own song

In the caves of eternity
Where the stalagmites hang
Over self-reflection pond
Like a dragon’s fangs

You dive into the pool
And you are surrounded
By a sea
Of your inner mind
That others cannot see

You open a door
and find a poet
She always lived there
But you did not know it

The Goddess of Destiny
Asks you which way
You’d like to go
You cannot tell her
Because you do not know

 

 

 

 


Self-reflection Pool

Freedom was a candle
That burned on and on
Casting light upon the shadows
That danced to their own song

In the caves of eternity
Where the stalagmites hang
Over self-reflection pond
Like a dragon’s fangs

You dive into the pool
And you are surrounded
By a sea
Of your inner mind
That others cannot see

You open a door
and find a poet
She always lived there
But you did not know it

The Goddess of Destiny
Asks you which way
You’d like to go
You cannot tell her
Because you do not know


Wal-Mart Land

The girl who looks like a pig
Internally and externally
The lady who has to pin the
Stickers on the children’s
Fronts perfectly

The man who pounds on the door
At 10 to get his catfood
The girl from the photo store
Who gives me attitude

The balloon man with
The suspenders who is like
Spider man with the sticky web
The employees from the ghetto
Who are poor but overfed

The party under the streetlamps
That happens after dusk
The fall of the girl
Who wanted to A plus

 

The Adventures of Gangreanne Skypole

This is a story that I started in around grade 12. It is one of the many stories that i started. In grade 10 I wrote "Cybella moves to Hummingbird Hollow" and dreamed up another story about two kids who drown in a river whirlpool and fall into another world that is in the core of the the Earth. I also sarted a story about two kids who meet some fairies in a forest who help them find their happiness again after they loose it.

For me grade 12 was a year when I painted dishes and wrote many poems. During that period I believed that greed was evil and corrupt. I met my charismatic equivalent Jenn in grade 10. We spent many interesting hours together and when i wasn't hanging out with her or doing school work i was probably drawing a picture of a peacock or writing a poem about my opions at the time.

The story below is the same type of story as the one about Anika Geisler, the girl who fell down the ice crevace which later inspired the story about the morons in Nazi Germany.

Ricy Ball was suppose to be a girl who befriends an ignorant Christian fanatic in Nazi Germany. After her friend is arrested for her involvement in an Anti-Nazi revolt. She fears that she might be arrested as well so she hides in an abandoned forest bunker. While she is in the bunker she dreams that she ckimbs into a fairytale world and ungergos many adventures there. Perri Gilpin and Gangrean Skypole are suppose to be other characters who have also entered this fairytale world somehow from Earth. Their seperate stories sounded basically similar. Their stories would have been complicated to write and this potential book series which i pratically dreamed up in my spare time was never finished.

Later in the ice crevace story perri gilpin wakes up in a village with many houses in it that ressemble giant hukkahs. I took inspiration when I was shopping a couple of times. I saw a pretty hookah in a shop. After Perri Gilpin wakes up she has to walk to the stainglass monestary and meets an old women who can talk to plants along the way. Ricy on the other hand goes to a city that is built into a mountain and journeys through a cave that is full of giant wasps and her worst nightmares. Later in the story she learns that she has magical powers and can help the people of the fairytale world defeat a much despised tyrant called king Agnorace.

 Have you ever fallen into a hole and come out a different person? Maybe you have before. This is a metaphor for depression. Sometimes you will hear someone say that they have fallen into a deep dark depression and can’t get out and while they are down there they undergo an internal search, have many learning experiences and achieve self enlightenment.

 Gangrean Skypole had an identity crisis at age 17. It happened when she began to question what was important in life and crashed into a deep dark depression. I figure that you are seeing this in a metaphorical way. It is very common for teenagers to begin questioning their life and stop living whatever life they are living as it no longer seems important and feel depressed and withdrawn.

Gangrean Skypole had a different experience than other teenagers. She crashed into a depression in the face of the Earth. The process was quite the same. This scary event that didn’t kill Gangrean Skypole but brought her to stare death so closely in the face became a turning point in her life. Being so close to death caused Anika to think about her own life more carefully. This event was followed by many adventures through both beauty and darkness and led her to meet many extraordinary and eccentric people. Like the metaphorical journey to self discovery in the bottom of a pit of depression Gangrean Skypole descovered herself on a literal journey when she fell into a depression.

 Let me start by telling you a little bit about Gangrean and her life. For a while now Gangrean had sensed that there was something worng with her life deep inside and well she should have. She was living a life of such sterilized perfection that she wasn’t living at all. She was basically a robot driven by greed. She always tried to be perfect but she wasn’t perfect, she was just sick. However she did not know this for she had never known of any reality outside of her own the one she had always lived in. She also did not know any life or world outside of the town she lived in called MacAvenue Island, which was a lonely icy town located up north, nestled at the base of two great white mountains. It was not an Island geographically but it was an island in the sense that it was surrounded by a bare sea of snow on all sides with no civilization for miles. It was a tiny town with small rows of wooden houses and large four wheel drive and slow vehicles pushing their way through waste deep snow after a storm. The drug rate was very high because it was such a boring place to live lacking in most facilties. Gangrean had lived here her whole life with her mother and her sister Tazabeth who was 4 years younger than she was.

 She had always enjoyed her family life and her home life, but she had reached an age where she desired to escape the lonely town and see more of the world. Maybe places where exotic trees grew or where she could see great big building or the sea for the first time. Another thing that she needed ot explore was life itself, her perception of it and her psychological approach to it..
 
At the moment she felt trapped and nagged at by external expectations. She didn’t feel that she had enough time to explore her own horizon but was being pushed in someone else’s direction of choice.She felt like she was being tossed and pulled in all kinds of different directions by external forces. By this I mean she didn’t feel like she was in control, like she was steering her own ship. But what a confusion it would have been if she were. She didn’t have any idea of where she was going in this great big open sea of life. But who always did know where they were headed? Sometimes there would be barriers set out that you could follow so that you would have to think very little about life or worry about steering yourself through all those great big open waters and to unknown destinations like for many who decide to look to a God and are guided down a narrow lane in life. Or those who chose to follow scociety’s well known roots again and again. But Anika was the type who liked opened waters. She saled her own root. She wanted  to explore unknown coastlines in life with the attitude of Columbus.
Treasures of the Earth

I was gazing into my mind
Like a chrystal ball
Into a world where
Leaves continually fall

Fabricated romance
Is sleeping in the cave
But may be undug
By the future slaves

The ones who dig the tunnels
The ones who lug the dirt
are also the ones who find
The treasures of the Earth

 

 

The Wise Imperialist

She has been seeking out
competition like never before
She is like a ship of British imperialists
Trying to conquer every shore
She moves from passion the passion
In an attempt to explore

A passion is like a
contract with the heart
After that it becomes your
True form of art
So make sure you wanted
it from the start

What arrogance it takes
to give like a hero
Without first showering
yourself with love
You are next to zero

Your Ghost's Journey

You never kept your promise
So she haunts you day and night
She felt pure hatred and
she felt pure delight

The moonlight that she
follows to your side
Is as pure as
The truth of her soul
And newly born plants
Grew over her heart
Bulging and full

The music that she plays
Comes straight from the core
But the illusions shattered
Washing her upon a new shore

 

 

 

Voices From the Deep

Can’t weep over
a pretty painting
That wasn’t meant to be
The pieces ripped apart
Right infront of me.

Something in the air
Gave off a dingy smell
The voices of the deep
Are calling trying to
Break the spell

If the angels came
And gave me a wand
I would know
that in the future
Nothing could go wrong.


Watercolour Painting

Spring plants and gardens
looked washed together
in the heavenly garden forever

in the rain and dew like in a
water colour painting
gushes down onto
a fairytale town

the folks in the town have
learned how to sing
the Lords prayer in the
middle of spring

the Mighty Goddess of
this fantasy land
is the one who paints
it all with her own hand

all on the paper falls
under her command
she is the creator
of the land

 


The Solemn One

The solemn one stands.
Her gestures are as kind as the
soul reflected through the
eyes that display it.

Her heroic style and courage
so strong that her presence can
be felt by any lost
victim in need of a hand.

Her strength so great that a
strong iron pole must bind
her into the face of the
earth that spins so fast.

When a tear drops from
another’s face, it is always her
reflection that is seen in it as
she rises to her feet
in the other’s grief.

To know her is not possible,
as her thoughts and needs
she holds in some holds in
some forgetten dimension
being the martyr that she is

The Time Machine Pilot

A pilot flies in
the time machine back
To the very first stop
There she gets off

on the fast moving globe
skeletons are dancing
infront of the flickering strobe

to the tunes of the sixties
they were all too stoned
to guess their fate,
the one that she knows

 

The Transition

Painful is the transition
from artist to athlete.
No more pretty poems
just mean girls who complete

No more perspiring
emotion, only sweat
The transition
from life to death

The overwhelming sensitivity
Where happiness is heavenly
Depression is dangerously low
Each touch is a blow

 

 

 

 

The Vengeful Twin Leaders

there are two leaders
one of them is fat
one of them is creative
the other is always babysat

both are greedy and
 both are corrupt
both practice murder
both are people to
 whom others look up

they live in a spanish house
on an ocean shore
they own two black cats
they are both vulgar whores

they both follow idealism that
 is ahead of their time
they both light candles and drink wine

the one thing that makes
their story so great
is that at one point they clashed
as much as night and day
 
The Voices of the Strong Night Wind

The wind blew through the trees
Echoing with the voices of a
15th century church choir
My passion raced and
my soul was on fire

The voices offer hospitality
from the devilish winds
In a world where there
is too much sin

My vulnerable teenage trust
Brought me under of the weeping trees
water dripped down from the
branches and sprayed onto to me

they wept with me because
some had lost their sensibility
but i still had the gardens and
the rain which were were natures luxuries

To think that God would have motivated
Such acts of hospitality
while while others were living in reality

Some were so cold and isolated
others were feeling violated

some others would die for passion.
while others were partying
and fussing over fashion


Undignifyed World

Patriotic sinners
who meant so well
Seekers of righteousness who
Take the world to Hell

Denyers of logic
from the closets
Of blindness
Lunatics on throwns
Who show ignorant kindness

Masochists with belts
Who seek to please the Lord
Poets of the Dark Ages
Who lived in caves of
Ignorant words

Priests who give counsel
And confuse the wise
Philosophers who speak
Without opening up their eyes

Swords that take off heads
For crimes that shouldn’t exist
Lives that are danced away
While the point is missed

Car driving corruptors
Who hide all the truth
Beggars who fail to see it
While blindly taking abuse

Christians who preach morality
While eating tortured birds
Muslims who act on what
they claim are God’s word

Leaders who condemn murder
while sending troups to war
Limosines that drive up
Infront of the poor


Two Different Worlds

There’s a world functioning
inside of you
While you are busy
doing other things
You see the importance of it
When you look deep within

When you see both worlds
You can visit a new
location every hour
Having creativity
gives you the power

Internal adventures
Are as good as
those that are real
Life can be a rotating wheel

You have creative thoughts
Trying to get through every day
but so often you curse the gift
Of the angels away

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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