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Little BratShow poetry

Sick  
by Shel Silverstein  

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more--that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"


     Anything and everything I write usually comes from deep down inside.
I don't think I'm that good of a battler, though. But if someone pissed me off enough, or I was up against someone I already had strong feelings about, then I could take them no prob! Unless they're REALLY GOOD.
I've been writing poetry for too many yrs to count, but I started writing rap in about 2002/3. I didn't even know what rap was to begin with! I grew up listening to country with my mom and oldies with my dad!
Every once in a while though I'd catch a bit of rappish music and I'd just be drawn to it. People that are really into different things will sometimes say that it's in their blood. If you don't know what they mean by that you are REALLY missing out! It is just the coolest thing to have something unique come naturally to you!
     A lot of the time I will write something in a note book, then I won't read it again untill I have something else in mind to write. Sometimes that means waking up in my sleep to write something down, so I keep a note book close to my bed, right?!?! After I write down what I have in my head sometimes I'll go back and read other things I've written. Most of the time it's almost so shoking to me that I wrote that I'd almost swear I heard it somewhere else. When I write, it just happens.
     The downside to that is that sometimes what comes out is something I shouldn't have written but I won't notice it 'till later. I was just in such a trance (I guess you could call it) that I wrote it without thinking. When stuff I write comes from my heart, like that, it's just amayzingly great, even to me!
     
Update: September 23, 2006
     I have a hard time right now writing because what I write is really personal. So when my feelings are mixed up, my poems are too. This means that i'll probably end up writing poems that only a ahand full or less of people that know me personaly would understand. So don't get mad at me if you read one of my poems and don't get it. And don't think i'm a bad poet either. Just comment on my poem and i'll explain, I'm just too lazy to explain all of my poems when I don't even know for sure if anyone is going to even ever read them.

Poems I'm focused on

  • I wish upon a little star...
    That we could just be together.
    18 lines, 4 comments, September 29, 2005. In Love

My Poetry

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    45 lines, 1 comment, April 28, 2007. In Life, Love
  • When everything seems right
    I've headed on towards the correct light
    25 lines, 1 comment, January 9, 2007. In Sad, Thoughts, Personal, Weird, Life, Love, Dark
  • 37 lines, November 30, 2006. In Love, Sad, Personal
  • If it wasn't for the people that love us
    I don't think we would ever change
    110 lines, 3 comments, November 16, 2006. In Love, Hope, Personal, Childrens

My Stories

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Visitor Book

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  • Krayzie on October 4, 2006
    I'm still here. I couldn't leave my girlfriend. For anything. I take me GED tests on next Saturday. And i might goto Seattle in January
  • honey bear on April 16, 2006
    just popped in to say hi and happy easter
  • Mamabekaboo on April 14, 2006
    Ha that is one of my favorite poems. I remember it from when I was read it in grade school. SICK. I read it to my kids too.
    Beka
  • Little Brat on April 13, 2006
    I'm glad you all enjoy my poem I put on here that's by Shel Silverstein.

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