The Blackness


Lungs pushed until even breathing is too hard, my mind reels. But that’s normal.

The blackness swirls in my thoughts and consumes everything, until I give in to the feeling of loss that I’ve earned. I deserve it, I think.

It’s a square room of dread where I can’t see around or under anything, the walls are dark and foreboding.

It’s a black whirlpool, one where swimming is impossible–I’m sucked down, down, down, into its unforgiving depths

It makes my heart fill with a weight so heavy, I think I’ll sink.

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Mario Poem!


As promised, I am writing a poem about the Mario games! (On Super Nintendo) 

 

Mario 3, World 3-2

Mario, oh Mario,

why must you die?

I’ve been playing this level for hours,

can you not see that I try?

 

No longer can I suffer,

or I will die myself

if you cannot get through this,

I’ll put you back on the shelf.

 

I realize it’s mostly my fault,

Since I have the control,

but if I were you, my tiny red man

I’d be on a roll.

 

Dashing through the levels,

passing all the goombas too,

the coopas, the ghosts

and bowser, especially you.

 

Finally I’ve passed this level 

with one single life to spare

but what do you know, Mario,

you’ve died and I’ve  pulled out my hair.

 

I’m turning you off,

and going to bed,

so deal with it Mario,

to spare the hair on my head.

 

–Lindsey LaBrie

Dreams… Crushed (Well Sorta)


A long time ago I was searching for a weekly poem. I stumbled upon a site called poem.com and I saw that they were having a poetry contest. “Why not?” I had thought and posted “The Seed”. (See my weekly poems category and look up The Seed) So yesterday, I asked mom if I got any mail. Guess who it was from? Poem.com telling me that I was one of their finalists and that I get my poem published in a real book. A real book that real people would read. I also have a chance to win “one of many prizes”. So I looked this sight up on google to see if it was a reliable and legit competition that I had won. It turns out that practically everyone who enters a poem gets sent a letter like I did. So guess what? I’m pretty sure it’s fake. So thanks for ruining my dreams of getting my poems published in a real book Poem.com. You guys suck. I’m sending in the form anyway, there’s just no money. You guts don’t get my money. I fricken gave you my poem for free! When “Stars of our Hearts” is published, I’m going to march into Barnes and Noble and see for myself if I was scammed or not. So in March, we’ll see. We’ll all see.

From the annoyed constructor of this sight,
LinLaB7 :/

T’was the Day Before Christmas…


T’was the day before Christmas

and all through the store,

all associates were busy

we could find no more.

Tho our patience was lingering,

we waited and stared

and waited and waited until

one was prepared.

An associate looked at us

and said with a frown,

“I’m sorry, but everyone is

busy in town.”

We sat down and smiled,

although we were through

with waiting for someone to say,

“I’ll come help you.”

In Customer Service, it was no better,

for the lines were so long,

you could sing a whole song

before you checked out a sweater.

Onward we trekked

through the cram-packed store,

until finally

the lines were no more.

We got to the checkout,

“At last!” I had said,

but just to our luck,

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Poem. Yup.



Thee hath open’d a path

into the depths of my soul.

A winding staircase of life,

and thee hath lighted the way.

An extra beat thine makes for you,

my heart unlocked by key.

And tho I haven’t come off cloud nine,

something sparked between thee and thine.

A small bird’s coo was heard by night,

and it sounded not of might.

But as we listen far and near,

t’was not a coo but love’s melody we hear.

For now, say I, I have to go,

To continue life’s journey through the glistening snow.

–Lindsey LaBrie