Sonnet: 2

Hello, starinsiders. I am very happy about getting Les Miserables on DVD (blue ray combo pack baby!) and on CD (I got the regular version before the movie came out, then today I got the Deluxe version, I am in the Les Miserables fandom and I am proud of it!). I will be singing all of my favorites all spring break! I am not very happy I won’t see my boyfriend, poor fate planning I guess. Well, here is some dry run sonnet. Sonnet number 2. Enjoy! And have a fun spring break! 

Sonnet: 2, 23th March 2013

Staring in the distance, 
Daydreaming to future times.
The distant future,
Could not be more in dis-allude. 
There is a future, just in a day or two. 
Luckily, the day is new, 
And not that the day is dull, 
It is a dreamy, dark blue.

Staring in the changing sky,
Watching for a change myself.
A change in skies, personalities, song. 
Someday a chapter will close,
With a charter already mapped in the wings.  
A character unscripted,
A chaperone in line.
Always a waiting cat, 
Wanting the creamy milk.
Waiting for a change of heart,
So a change can happen once again.

By Liane H.

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Sonnet: 1 

Hey peoples. Sorry for the long awaited (hopefully) poem. I have been swamped at school and people. Trying to not drown myself with bad grades. I have been working on it. 

Maybe I will stab at sonnets or short poems for a try. Here goes. 


Sonnet: 1, 16th March 2013


Love, what a confounding thing. 
All the sweeping storms
Shall own your life out of a young lad. 
Engulfing with its mazes
And twisty turns,
Tripping young ones till they
Become timid and tired. 
The cracks confuse the„, 
Causing stress, how scary it is, 
Before it envelops you!

One thought love was simple. 
One bright young lad once said. 
Years later, he said again,
To be naive, free like little
Ones are. To see the world
With eyes anew! Love, Ha!
One thing, it kills you. Trick is
Not to die by love, that
Is the part you can’t live without. 

By Liane. 

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Poem: Those Weeks

Hello starinsiders! How are you this week? It was my birthday this last week. It went pretty okay. I had to school and pit that day so the celebration was short that day but tomorrow I get a family party. YAY! Can’t wait til I see the family. Enjoy this poem. I had a long week, not an annoying one, just a long and tiring one. Enjoy! :-) 

Those Weeks

An ice ball taken from high mountains,
Placed on the desert sand. 
A computer, on, 
Dropped and sank to the bottom of the ocean. 
A winters eve all cold and fright, 
In the middle of July. 

All these things, 
Aren’t in the right place. 
Ice melts in heat, 
Computers break in winter, 
Winter’s eve in December. 
All, 
Wrong places. 

Coffee spilled on your white shirt
On the day of your interview. 
The Bride and Groom shows up late
At their own wedding. 
The birthday girl has presents, 
But isn’t happy. 

All have bad timing. 
Everything can happen in an instant. 
Sometimes you have the worst day ever. 

There is a week, day, or hours
Where everything
Is just wrong. 
I mean everything. 
Everything you see 
Makes you want to punch a wall, 
Or burst out crying. 

I don’t like those weeks. 
It seems like everything 
Can just tick you off. 
Your favorite coffee, 
Your shirt, your coworkers, 
Your personality;
The favorite thing tick you off. 

Then you know this week is going low, 
Then you find the little, a little sneak, 
A glimpse of something better. Great! 
It slowly grows. 
Then it doesn’t look so bad after all. 

By Liane  H. 

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Poem(ish): When I walked through the Door (Mini)

I really am tired. I need sleep. Here is a mini poem that I feel right now.

When I Walked Through the Door

When I walked through the door,
After a day I loved,
The car door is gloom.
The car door is a sign,
The sign of me going away.
Away from the place I call home.
A place of my own kind,
That makes me happy and myself.

Now I am not me,
For three days anyway.
Even then, I want to me.

Poem: Not Enough in Time Goes

Hello starinsiders. How is the three day weekend going? I hope it is filled with adventure and acceptance. Two A’s, even better. I got this new shampoo and conditioner from Lush. Got to admit, this is where my money is going to be spent for girly things (I don’t buy makeup or anything like that, not a big fan). Besides clothes, number one woman thing. Enjoy this poem, I dedicate to Daylight by Maroon 5, I wrote this before I heard the song, so there is nothing specifically about the song. Enjoy! :-) 

Not Enough in Time Goes

Not loss of food, 
Or loss of job. 
You can find out why.

A feeling of
Not enough
Love, patience, time, hope. 
All losing grounds
To darkness, nothingness. 

Not enough love, 
Crushes hearts and spirits.
Leaving black holes,
The inadequacy follows close behind. 

Not enough patience
Causes anger, 
Building actions regretted, 
Broken things (not only you). 
Distrust full from being lied to, 
Or left fills the room. 

Not enough time. 
Age old dilemma. 
To live and learn
Or to learn and live. 
Not enough causes regret, 
While too much rages, rebellion. 
Lose! Lose! 
Well, it leaves bad, either way. 

Not enough hope, 
Maybe most damaging of all. 
The bounce back, 
Never happens. 
The elasticity has broke, 
And the world feels: 
Inadequate, distant, fat, bad. 
What could turn us back? 
Times when life, 
Looked good, 
Happy and uplifted. 

To find hope, 
Might be as big as 
The fountain of youth being found. 
Wonder what restores my hope? 

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Poem: That’s What Love Should Be

Hello, starinsiders. Valentine’s Day is coming up. Well, I am not single, but my day will probably going to be boring. Living up the band life! Woo. Pit Rehearsal every other day. Yay! (Sarcasm) 

This is another past poem, from 8th grade. Enjoy! 

That’s What Love Should Be 

You would go with him, 
As if you had no place to go. 
You would watch him, 
As if he were TV (but not creepy). 
You would date him, 
As if he were the last man on earth. 
You would hold his hand, 
As if it were glued. 
You would know his clothing, 
As if it was yours. 
You would kiss him, 
So many times. 
You would stare into his eyes, 
As long as you wish. 
You would be with him, 
And no one matters but him. 
You would hold him, 
As if you were tied. 
You would lie with him, 
All of your days. 
You would know him, 
As well as your mother. 
You would touch him, 
As much as your dog. 
You would fall asleep in his arms,
Until you die. 
You would love him, 
As long as time itself. 

Love, that is love. 

By Liane H. 

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Have a GREAT Valentine’s Day! 

Bit of My Past Poems: The Old Days & The Moon

Good evening, my starinsiders. I wish you the best. How are you liking the new post editing/posting interface? For me a tad on the slow side for me. And often find the interface to be lagging even if my typing is little bit on the slow side as well. 

I thought it would be fun if I shared a bit of my past work, maybe once a month or so. I started to write long time ago. The earliest work I have found of mine is back when I couldn’t spell flower right. A bit shocking, but I always have a battle with spelling. Well, some poems are a bit short so two today. Enjoy! :-) 

The Old Days (revised of Feb. 01, 2013) 

You would see the old days
As hard. 
No computers. 
No internet. 
No cell phones. 
You would have to go outside 
To use the bathroom. 
You would have an ox or bison
To keep care of. 
If you were a girl, 
You would have to 
Cook and clean. 
If you were a boy, 
You would have
Tons of school. 

I don’t see it like that. 
To me, the old days
Was better than today. 

There was no internet, 
So there is only two types 
Of communication, 
Instead of fifty. 
You would have a pet
Bison or ox. 
Your life would be in order. 
If you liked someone, 
Most people would know. 
There would be no secrets. 
Nothing to hide. 

By Liane H. 8th grader

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The Moon (revised as of Feb. 02, 2013) 

The moon, 
So elegant, so white. 
All it is, 
Is a ball and
Glowing white. 
In all of its simplicity,
It is beautiful. 

That is the same with people. 

You do not need
Fancy clothes, or new cars
To be liked. 
Just yourself. 

People later care about
What is inside. 
If you are pretty on the outside, 
But inside, you are a not so pretty, 
People will soon dislike you. 
Show people what is 
On the inside. 

Like a present as a little kid, 
No matter the wrapping, 
Inside there is going to be
Something golden. 

By Liane H. 8th grader Come back sometime. Click Here! 

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