siblings

i have a sister i have a brother
it's one for all, and all for one another.
for e'en though we fight and bicker
is not blood than water thicker?
we although admit
even to our mother
we love each other
we just show it in another way
instead of hugs and being all mushy,
we laugh and sing and poke at things gushy.
anyways what kind of children would we be
if we would not see
our mother scream at us all day
and say we are driving her to an early grave?
why should i?
how could i?
aw, come on, give us some credit
because if you don't
by the time you finish reading this
poem of mine you really might regret it!
come on now, didn't you see us try?
look at my younger sister
you' ve made her cry.
please leave, please go away.
my brother my siter and i want to play!

beauty

beauty on the oustide
people can always see
but being beautiful on the outside
is harder to be.
so becareful
maybe you have popularity,
but is that all there is?
can you tell me for a certainty
that's all you pertain to be?
is that as hard as you will try?
is that the way you want to be when you die
and the beauty has faded away
can you truthfully say
that is the way you want to be?
sure you have many a friend
but, is that the end?
don't you want people to see
your beauty
on the inside too?
or is being pretty on the outside all you do?
but try this, try this for me
perfect the beauty on the inside
then people will see
your true beauty.
beauty on the outside is not as inportant
if you have beauty on the inside too
you will see
people love beauty on the inside
and that it is not just me.
so go on,
make the change
you'll see it's not so strange
to have beauty on the inside which
is truely beautiful, you just wait and see!

people like me- audio read by corrinna reed

people like me

nobody cares
what i say or do
but of course, why should they care about me,
when they can care about you.
why should anybody care whether i am smart
instead of stupid?
because they'd rather have a sweetheart.
instead of spending time with me,
there is cool people with to be.
all people do is stare at me smugly
because they are popular and i am ugly.
it is all i can do to sit silent in my seat but none of you knew,
because nobody cares about me.
they'd rather care about what they are going to do.
it is so plain to see
so do try to hide it.
i know nobody cares about me.
i also know i will die.
nobody cares,
so nobody'll cry.
when my time is done
and i am dead,
nobdy'll care, not one.
because nobody cares.
at least not about me.
but popular people will never see
why it matters to people like me.
(c)2004 corrinna reed

Online Publishing

i am publishing my poetry via this site. none of the poems maybe copied or used without sole consent from the author. it will have a variety of different types of poems abouyt many different things. most of them are not from real life completely but charecterize the way i was feeling in general when the poem was written. the poems date from 2001- present. i will also have eading of my poems by friends, family and myself due to the fact it is easier to [ and slightly cheaper] i will have the reading of two poems on each audioblog. this should change soon, until then, we must all make do!

thank you, i hope you enjoy. comment freely [i can just ignore you if i don't like what you say ; ? ) ].