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Alexis Olmstead Poem
It slowly slips away
Leaving in its wake,
A waterfall of tears and memories.
Like pictures of frozen times.
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2007
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Kimber:
Hi-coo
I feel so angry
Only a fool could not see
Sadness takes my heart
Alexis:
Why?
Kimber:
He said I was sick
"stay away that is gross"
my heart weeps now
Alexis:
(Haiku)
My dearest Kimmy
That is truly to bad
Try to be happy
Kimber:
I will Alexis
I may be difficult now
But I will try hard
Alexis:
That makes me happy
My heart jumps with glee
Don't be difficult
Kimber:
Happiness, joy, glee
All these emotions are gone
I'll bring them back now
Alexis:
YAY! My cheer replies
I like to see you happy
Geometry YUCK!
Kimber:
Ha! You make me laugh
I am glad we are friends
I heart your lipgloss
Alexis:
I heart my lipgloss
It makes my lips shiny
Here you can use it
Kimber:
I stole your lipgloss
I don't need your OK
I do as I please
Alexis:
Just like my Kimmy
To break all the rules (wink wink)
tee hee tee hee ha!
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2007
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Boy meets girl,
Girl meets boy.
Friendship begins to grow.
quick spread rumors
Of dates and lunches
Abound without ceasing
life is great.
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2007
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There she goes,
The one with the short hair-
Dyed black.
Some call her goth-
But she's emo.
Lost in this world full of happiness,
All she can find is her own heart of hate.
Holding her candle,
Up to her face,
Crying her tears.
Tears of blood that she's shed all these years,
Just a lost Emo girl
Looking for Love.
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2008
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Once I was so full of life,
Teeming with children, struggle and strife
Every day,
Mother got up and made Papa some coffee,
Made herself some tea.
Then she would gently shake the little ones awake,
Making sure that they could get to school on time,
And for themselves a future make.
Then the times changed,
The family, they got a car
The children all moved away and the parents
With them.
I hoped that someone would come back,
Someone to fill me again with life,
But now I sit here, lonely
Thinking of the olden days,
Slowly, so slowly eroding away.
I awake in the morning and discover,
A tree has fallen next to me.
This pavement thing is on my right,
With horseless carriages speeding by.
I'm just an old cabin now,
Remembering the good old days.
Before I fell into myself and started to waste away.
They say that houses are made of other things now,
Plaster and metal and tin on the roofs.
None were made as good as I was,
Wood and mud to chink up the walls.
My windows were glass, and sometimes plastic
My floor was the earth itself
Life was much better
And in the bad weather
The family would take the cocoa off of the shelf
And talk of the day when they would get a new house,
One made of plaster and metal and tin on the roof,
Then they wouldn't have rain coming down on thier heads
And rain spots soaking into thier beds.
But I enjoyed them.
Now the family is gone, never to return
And so, in this great wilderness the cabin falls,
Never to be missed.
The cowardly taste death many times, but I, as a valiant man, taste it but once.
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2009
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What started out as a need for conversation,
And a place to prop up my legs,
Ended as SO much more.
And to think, it all started on a bus.
My comfort when I'm unable to go on,
Makes me eagerly await,
Another day, another meeting.
And to think, it all started on a bus.
In comparison, we're quite different,
But somehow, we seem to fit
Oh so perfectly.
And even though that boy's white-
As white can be,
He still can somehow look perfect next to
My wonderfully tan Mocha skin tone.
And to think, it all started on a bus.
This is such an innocent thing,
We've never kissed, only hugged.
But when I'm not close enough,
He pulls me in.
My Rock, My Support.
And to think, it all started on a bus.
Something so beautiful,
Something so sweet,
A person could rarely ever meet,
But I did
And he's mine,
Just to think, it all started on a bus.
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2008
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In a back room late at night,
Along with the things that give us a fright,
An unrecognized hope sheds a light.
A light that is comforting, caring and kind,
Showing the world that love isn't blind.
But in the back room,
Hate overtakes us.
Drowning out love an dleaking out like festering pus.
Stabbing love in its beautiful heart,
Overtaken by rage,
Revenge and despair.
Hope has a way of letting us down,
Filling us up like a helium balloon,
Only to pull out the needle too soon.
Destroying the good,
Embracing the evil,
Worming its way into out hearts,
Dredging up our plans for tomorrow.
Don't ever get your hopes up
They like to tell me,
For it has a way of letting you down,
Down to despair.
Don't be afraid to lock it up tight,
Leave it alone in its unrecognized light.
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2007
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She was the one that stuck
to the wall,
The one that noone noticed.
She was all heart,
No talk.
Then one day
He came along and she
Stepped out of the
Skin that was hers.
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2008
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Right now my heart is sore,
broken.
A kiss not forced but taken,
How do things so simple and sweet,
Turn out so complicated and bitter?
I wish that time would just erase
All the pain your lies have
caused.
But it can't and it won't
I cannot forgive you
Not now and not ever.
I feel the blood drain from my
face the last of it to go.
The knife that have held so long
Finally falls from my lifeless hands
What you have done will forever haunt you.
A life is gone from this world
All because you can't face the truth.
All because I wouldn't see
the lies behind that smile.
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2008
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Gurgle, gurgle
Scrape, scrape
This is the test that I must take
All the lies
And hiding good
Keeps me skinny
Sets the mood
One day I'll be perfect in his eys
If I just drop one more size
At dinner time,
They set my place
But all I do is rearrange
Mix the carrots with the peas
Aren't you clean dear Mercedes?
I clean my plate,
Then puke it up
Brush my teeth,
Say I'm stuffed.
Tearing models off the wall,
Soon I'll be skinnier than them all..
I count my ribs, one more pair to go
Soon I'll be the only girl he knows.
I do this for the boy I love
But he's with that stupid slut.
She's so fat! I'm 94 pounds
Maybe in tomorrow's round.
He's coming over!
I can't breath!
Did my heart so suddenly leave?
Blackness closes all around,
Every bone connects with ground.
DEATH.
Copyright © Alexis Olmstead | Year Posted 2009
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