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Week 195 (December 30-January 5). Poems. Topic: Notebook Scribbles.
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You're welcome! I hope it's not suggestive, but then with M, I'm not sure :D
It is and I hope I would be able to write a story :D

It started as a scribble
in my old Spirax
and ended
as an apology,
of sorts.
I wish I'd been more -
held your hand
when it mattered
and even
when it didn't.
Ink lasts longer
than schoolyard
friendships. Notes
we wrote, revisited
with hope.
Behind the library,
your lips
once tasted of sunshine
and blackberries -
a spark that lingers.

Billie Jo Moore
I express my feelings when I write.
During the day or during the night.
I get a paper and start scribbling
Even when it just sounds like gibbering.
And in the morning when I'm fully awake
I get a pen and fix the mistakes.
Who's to say whom writes better
When all it is, is a bunch of letters.
They look the same to me,
In the depth of reality.
Dive down deep into my core
And my inner feelings you will explore.
On this paper are all my thoughts.
All of them express a lot.
My feelings I keep exploiting
So when it gets annoying
You say "Enough. No more words."
But my dear friend it is so much more.
On this paper I express things.
Deep in my heart this thing sings.
I'm true to my words down to my core
And honey dearest, listen for I have more.
To say "Listen" won't get your attention.
So just feel these words as I mention them
This thing in my heart buried deep,
Six feet under is where I keep
My most precious dreams
Where I can escape reality.
So stay close and explore with me
Because even when you think I fell,
I remember my old fairy-tale.
In there I am free,
Never judged, never teased.
"It is just make-believe, you see?"
But it's so much more to me.
This happiness I have with me.
This paper, my everlasting eternity.
These words won't fade, and I believe neither will you.
So can you hold on these words and keep them true?

Notebook was a tiny world,
Where lived only one stick boy,
And one stick girl.
Her name was doodles,
And he was her Scribbles,
The only one, that could give him the giggles.
Their advetures lept,
From page to page,
As they expreienced every great age.
From the discovery of fire,
To that of the laser,
Only ending when they met, The Evil Eraser.


@Ryan- that was really good! Loved it. Really sweet and you can visualize what's happened. Awesome stuff. :))

Stories
Boring lectures cause her mind to wander.
Her pencil creates realities in the margin,
Writing stories of distant planets
Where the hero defeats the villain.
Instead of studying for her test, she records
Histories of worlds that don’t exist.
Fictional tragedies of her own creation break her heart.
People don’t understand how characters can be missed.
Questions, answers, and equations
Are the threads of reality,
Intertwined with figments of her imagination.
There's a world hidden between
Those college-ruled lines.
Sometimes written in elegant prose,
Or strung on corny rhymes.


Your first two stanzas are wonderful. Really good. I think you should have a play with the final one some more. For me, it seemed like an explanation of the first two stanzas when such an explanation isn't necessary. I like where the first two were heading and the third didn't really develop that any further.
I only say this because I think you have a great idea and a strong poem that could be finished into something really magical. Well done :)

Notebook was a tiny world,
Where lived only one stick boy,
And one stick girl.
Her name was doodles,
And he was her Scribbles,
The only one, that could give him the giggles.
T..."
It's adorable Mandy!

Be gentle.
Alright here goes...
*One Day
I leaned over and whispered to my friend,
do you think he really likes me or is he
just playing pretend?
She looked up at me and rolled her eyes
and said, why can't you get this guy out
of your head?
I looked down at my notebook where I
scribbled his name and told my friend
because - I know we will be married
one day.


Billie Jo, Al was right. You did an amazing job with all that rhyming.
Angie, I love the rewrite on the third stanza.
Sarah, you did a great job. I remember thinking I was going to spend the rest of my life with everyone of my middle school crushes.

Mandy, that was such a creative poem. I liked it a lot.


Just kidding, Al, I love it! Nice and tight, you've painted a great scene.
Thanks for the feedback, too :)

I've got to tell you, I really love 'One Day'. I think you have done such a wonderful job of capturing the whole 'butterflies-in-the-tummy' feeling that goes with High School romance. You took me back to a happy time as I was reading.
You said it was a bit corny, but I have to disagree. The way I read it, your final line adds a whole extra dimension. 'I know we will be married one day' can be read as a schoolgirl's conviction that this love will last forever, but it can also be read as something a bit deeper if you look at it from the viewpoint that she actually did marry her high school sweetheart as predicted.
Anyway, great job! I love the memories you invoked.


I've got to tell you, I really love 'One Day'. I think you ha..."
Thanks so much Ryan. You really gave my confident a boost.

From your mouth to my ears, there is no sound
I take my notebook and scribble something down
Here is my message, can’t you see
I’m not ignoring you, please don’t be mean to me
I’m not lost, stupid, or lazy
I’m just different, not crazy
Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group.
Your poem can be any length.
This week’s topic is: Notebook Scribbles
*Thanks to Edward for the suggestion*
The rules are pretty loose. You can write a poem about anything that has to do with the topic. I do not care, but the poem you post must relate to the topic somehow.
Have fun!