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Hey people names Megan. I'm 17 years old and havin the time of my life. I'm talented in many ways and I like to see the optimistic view point on everything. Sagittarius is known to be adventurous and optimistic, both explain who I am mostly. Poetry is something I take for granted. I use it to my full advantage and in return you guys get to benefit from it. You get to see how I express myself and how I write poetry. My poetry is mostly about losing someone that is close to you and that you love deeply. Make every minute count and last because it will eventually vanish to the past. I always say that and I mean every word of it. When people think of me...most would tell me they think that I'm out going, open minded, out spoken, funny, and a good shoulder to cry on. Most people I know come to me for advice and I like knowing that they feel I give the advice that they need to hear whether it be good or bad. I'm not a sad person so don't go thinking that after you read one of my poems that I'm a sad demented soul and I need to find some help. Give me the benefit of the doubt and try to get to know me.

When I look at my reflection
I don't like what I see
 But it's the inner beauty
  That counts to people like me

   I'm not the skinniest girl
    That you'll ever meet
     I don't have an athletic body
      I'm really not all that petite

       I don't have long flowing hair
        That shines gallantly in the sun
         I don't wear designer clothes
        And I don't gossip about things for fun

       I'm not popular
      And not very many boys go for me
     I'm not known for anything
    Except for what you see

   But on the inside
  Is where the true beauty lies
 Some place where a mirror is unable to reflect
The place that constantly hides

When you look into a mirror
All you see is the outside
 But if you get to know me
  You will see the inner pride

   I have a great personality
    And I can make people laugh
     People say I'm cool
      When they get to know my inner half

       I'm not a mean person
        I'm really laid back
         I don't like to fight
        Meanness is one quality I lack

       I try to get to know you
      If you try to get to know me
     But if you act rude
    I'll just let you be

   I only fight back
  When I think your being mean
 I'm just like anyone else
Although I'm not your common teen

I bleed the same color
English is the language I speak
 Why can't you just except me
  Friends is all I seek

   I like myself inside and out
    And I'm not changing for no one
     I always worry about what other people think
      It's never been too much fun

       You don't have to like who I am
        I finally realized I do like me
         I don't care what you think anymore
        Because I am who God made me to be

By: Myself
(Take that meanies)


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Funny Quotes

Humans are the only animal who can have SEX over the phone.
(also the only animals that keep there children until grown)
* Dave Letterman ~

It isn`t premarital sex if you have no intention of getting married.
(No it is called "you have a problem"
** Drew Carey ~~

My mother never saw the irony in calling me a SON-OF-BIOTCH.
(Maybe she's not your real Mother)
*** Jack Nicholson ~~~

What's the difference between BEER nuts and DEER nuts?
BEER nuts are $1.50 and DEER nuts are under a BUCK.
(One also starts with a "B" and the other starts with a "D")
**** Anonymous ~~~~

I told my wife the TRUTH. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist. Then she told me the TRUTH: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two plumbers, and a bartender.
(Truth hurts doesn't it)
***** Rodney Dangerfield ~~~~~

My mom was a ventriloquist and she always was throwing her voice. For ten years I thought the dog was telling me to kill my father.
(Are you seeing the same psychiatrists that the previous man is seeing.)
****** Wendy Leibman ~~~~~~

When I was a boy, my mother wore a mood ring. When she was in a good mood it turned blue. In a bad mood, it left a big red mark on my forehead.
(sound like you Mom needs some ridiline to com her A$$ down, she could hurt herself.)
******* Jeff Shaw ~~~~~~~
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Fav Food- Italian Food, French Fries, PIZZA
 Fav. Color- Blue- anything BLUE
  Fav. Song- I have BUNCHES and BUNCHES
   Fav. Movie- Labryth, and any SCARY movies you can think of
   Fav. Flower- Chrysanthamum
  Fav. Smell- Rain, fresh air(hard to find), Freshly mowed grass, Fall
 Fav, Animal- White Tigers and White Lions
Fav. pets- Snakes (Monty)
Fav. Saying- Heck Yes I did, Shucky Darn, Spiffy Dude, Let's not get too   Randy.
Fav. Word- Swanky/Swank
 Fav. Recent Book- Imani All Mine
  Fav. Role Model- My Mother
   Fav. Name To Go By- M.G.
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Convos with mom & FRIENDS (yes I actaully have friends)

Mom: Megan I love you

Me: Aw Shucky Darn...I love you too mommy

Mom: I love you more

Me: I know you do

Mom: I love you more than peanut butter

Me: You just compared me to a inaminmate object... But still, I love you more than a fat boy loves cake.

Mom 10 minutes later: What kinda cake?

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Nikki: Hey buddy

Me: Howdy partna

Chad: Hey Bleeotch

Me: Wassup my Flamboyent bean burrito?

Nikki: What if I told you your dog was wearing thongs around her neck?

Me: All depends what color.

Chad: hows about lime green.

Me: stylish...why the awkward question?

Nikki: Turn around...

Me: Hey butt munch those are mine....quit prancing around in them and give them up.

Nikki: Guess she thinks there stylish too.
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Me: Why do dog chase their tails?

Mom: The same reason why you twirl around trying to see how big your butt is.

Me: okay why do dogs howl.

Mom: They are trying to drown out your voice when you sing.
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Me and a parrot talking in my friends house. Birds names sydney.

Me: Hellllo Sydney

Sydney: Hellllllo cracker!

Me: Sydney wanna cracker huh?

Sydney: F*ck off

Me: Sydney thats not nice

Sydney: Screw you cracker...
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  • on August 12, 2005
    I love the poem! Great work from the soul. You are so right "PRETTY IS AS PRETTY DOES"
    MYSTICAL
  • on August 10, 2005
    Hi!

    I also write a little and want to invite you to view my little stories, poems and film reviews (+ more) at: www.onlinetheater.com

    We also have a guest poets section and we've been on-line for about five (5) good years! In online terms, that seems to be a long time, although all poetry too seems to have lasted a long time too.

    So, to check out my little scribbles, and maybe even submit some of your work, please click on this: www.onlinetheater.com

    Sign our guestbook and tell us what you think? I look forward to hearing from you soon!~

    *Note: I promise, you are NOT on a mailing list, this is a rare, one-time effort to invite you only.

    Thanks and Happy Wednesday!~

    Jim Riley
  • Concrete Angel on May 16, 2005
    As I said in my comment, I would love to adopt you. I've been kinda wanting to pick a third poet recently anyway. So, here's what we'll do to start with. It's the same thing I did with my other two. First: Read the critiques I've left for other people (preferrably the long one's those have the actualy critique...uh... critiqueing? If that's a word, see I'm flawed ) Anyway, that's how I try to help, so if they sound decent to you then good, if it makes you change your mind then I'm sorry Second: Pick two of MY poems to read... an old one (say from like '02) and a new one (from this year) And I want you to critique them. If you want me to pick two of my poems for you to critique I can do that for you. But I want YOU to critique ME and tell me how, or if, I've improved from the old poem to the new one. Tell me what you think would make each poem better. This way I get a feel for how you like to critique, thus I can understand better what the best way would be to help you learn more. Plus, you'll kind of get to know me too. Then I'll start on you
    Edited on May 16, 8:01 p.m. because ''.
  • FaeryMagicNeverEnds on April 26, 2005
    Hi. thanks for reading my poem and telling me what you thought about. Yes it is a true story, happened last october. And the IF does always lurk around. RIght after it happend i went and took CPR classes...

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