Broadcasting Sound

our reunion

bekahoglesby — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 02:43:27 +0000

So today I went to the beach today and I said something along these lines:

our toes

There is something
that is so interesting about
how our feet
can feel
the difference
between
coarse sand
and
fine sand.

At school

bekahoglesby — Mon, 11 May 2009 18:44:04 +0000

here I am at school! Ahhh… I finished my First draft of my Novel….. So now it’s all written out! Can’t wait to edit!!!!!

Adrianne Oglesby!!!!!

bekahoglesby — Sun, 10 May 2009 06:34:08 +0000

Oh my goodness! Seth is married!!! And I have a sister!

Ode to Adrianne

Oh Adrianne Schmidt
You and Seth joined by Gods burning flame,
I know that he loves you
and that you love him
so may your marriage be
fruitful
and loving
and pure!
We will send our love to you
and you love each other much more than the same!

Uncanny

bekahoglesby — Thu, 23 Apr 2009 19:13:02 +0000

uncanny |ˌənˈkanē|
adjective ( -nier , -niest )
strange or mysterious, esp. in an unsettling way : an uncanny feeling that she was being watched.

Uncanny

i had this feeling deep inside
So strong I wrought to have the thing away
but it would not leave only bide
I did not want it
this uneasy feeling
but it would not leave only stay

Well Well Well

bekahoglesby — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 19:17:29 +0000

Hey Hey hey I got another poem for you

It was always the same
That sneering
The same type of thing

But then one day it changed
We had something in common
Whether he believed it or not

It was different this time
It was natural,
Just saying hi
The friend way

We aren’t friends
But now I think he understands,
That the reason I put up with it is clear.

It was different that time
It was almost like respect

And I pray that we might
Keep that something in common

So that maybe one day
He will be led in the right direction
By me or someone else

It’s all the same sooner or later.

DRESS

bekahoglesby — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 17:14:05 +0000

By the way… I found the dress I am going to wear for my brothers wedding! So excited!!

MPWLLT

bekahoglesby — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 17:11:19 +0000

I am adding more from last night.

Untruthful Portrait

The mirror draws a portrait of your face.
It could make a mistake,
a blemish.
Like a mother putting on your makeup,
preparing for a first date.
If mirror wished,
he could be wicked,
he could deceive.
But mirror is truthful,
breaking you delicately,
for the truth is a hard thing.

But he cannot make you cry,
he cannot make you live you life right.
You can only change yourself,
from the inside then out.

March

March skips in,
laughinf and singing,
but what a temper,
soon he will erupt.
With one word of discontent.

But then march turns to scorn
jeering, and laughing.

March plays hide and seek
skipping in and out of spring.

March will try not to leave
he will cry to you,
to let him stay.

“Oh march, oh march.
youmust go away,
for dearest old April will soon be huffing on her way.”

“Oh March, oh March,
where have you gone?
Just disappeared,
I suppose it won’t really be that long.”

Wind

Wind walks in,
as a timid deer,
kneeling at the stream,
rippling the water as it drinks.

In the wood,
low to the ground,
it grazes.

But a twig cracks,
and up it flares,
senses alerted.

High up iit flees,
out of the wood
and faster than the ocean

Way way up high
wind climbs the cliff
it stands there and laughs
proud and defiant

and as an eagle soars
up in the sky
wind disappears.

Corduroy Fall

Corduroy is like Autumn,
rolling like a gentle hill from summer to winter,
But denim is like summer,
blazing the same through and through.

Corduroy is like a camel,
the humps on it’s back movie as you walk.
While denim is like a snake,
slithering smooth and straight.

Corduroy is like a maple,
sprouting and changing through every season
But denim is like a birch tree,
tall and lean, but fading and falling apart in the fall.

MPWLLT

bekahoglesby — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 06:01:56 +0000

Many Poems Written in a Long Length of Time

regretting the rejected
I passed it down
and I went home
I swear you could hear my thoughts
like I were standing in a whispering dome

The only thing I saw was that frown
plastered on your face
nights and nights i recklessly fought
trying so hard not to leave a trace

but i couldn’t do it
I couldn’t face it down
I am the bone that my dog bit

It that I didn’t do
I will always regre.

Sorrow

From under the bed
the woman pulls
an old oak trunk
thick with design and memory

her lamented children sit beside her,
their clothes forded carefully within
the blankets
and
stuffed animals

she reches in,
and pulls out
each thing
one by one
looking at
remembering,
putting it away into her mind
and
deep into her heart.

the tears creep to her lashes,
they spill down her cheeks.
Memories, like poorly sopped up milk,
stay on the table
wating to be seen.

She kisses each one tenderly
as the last faded memories of her children
pass through her hand,
and into a paper sack.

loaded into his trunk
along with the trunk
tipped on it’s side

their debt must be paid.

well I will add more I have many at least 7 but it is late and to sleep I must go.

new sky

bekahoglesby — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 15:24:42 +0000

new sky

Magic eye
can see what will happen
on a train reck stop!
always changing
forever rearranging
new sky
everyday,
contemplating

two more

bekahoglesby — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 00:55:00 +0000

two more months till june!! So in honor, I will write a little poem. HAHA.

Two more

Two more chips
Two more sips
Two more months
and time flies by

Two more hours
Two more laughs
there is no depth to this feeling.