hi
i'm jennie. I'm n years old(im still in school though) and I weigh 12(going on 13, its kind of inevitable) stone. If you dont think thats fat, where have you been? Anyway, this isn't about some kind of weight loss journey, no no. Its just my thoughts and poems about everyday things that happen. Like how just a moment ago, I threw a handful of rice(egg fried, white) across my room as I was too disgusted to eat anymore of it. It's now scattered about my bookcase. I feel a bit better now.
Every now and then, I get sudden bursts of inspiration. You know, like if your a song writer, your sitting somewhere, nowhere in particular, when a lyric comes into your head. Just like that. Thats what its like for me, exept I do it with poems as I cant write music. One time, I was just driving to my dads house(my dad was driving. I cant), when the first verse of a poem came into my head. Just like that. I borrowed a pen off my dad but I diddnt have any paper. So i wrote it on a waterstones recepit cause I'm just strange like that. No, really i diddnt have any paper. This is what i wrote. (if you dont like it, feel free to tell me but it won't do anything to help my, already low enough[rock bottom and can go no further], self esteem.)
Bring On The Night
Bring on the fire,
Bring on the flames
Bring on the darkness,
Bring on the games
Clock strikes twelve,
Shatters in glass,
Bring on the players,
In midnights pass
Bring on the night,
Its time to play,
Chase away light,
But the flames stay
Our time is now,
Eternity fight,
So bring on the fire,
Bring on the night
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I think it's alright. I'm just not sure if it should be called 'Bring on the fire' or 'Bring on the night'. Anyone help me with that? No?(oh, and also, if you dont like it, i'd like to see you do better. No really, I would. Go ahead) I think It's about the book(yes I said book)I'm writting. But you never really know with poetry.
So thats me. And a poem. I do have more to say but i dont want it to be too long. I've never written a blog before.
Oh by the way, I threw the rest of the rice across the room. It helped, but I'm still hungry. Somehow.
