5.8.14

Poetry

I fooled a few of you when I read poems in Nelson's A4 class that one day. Or maybe I didn't fool any of you, and I think the only person I ended up fooling was myself. Cause I have no frickin idea how to write poetry. I didn't back then, and I sure as hell have no idea how to now. Tara J could probably argue that what made it poetry was my complete and utter unknowledge (is that even a word?) of how to be poet. Or maybe she could not. I don't know. All I do know is that I don't know how to do much of anything. You guys should have seen me right after I was discharged. Hell, I didn't even know how to dress myself. Well I did, but not dress myself like a girl. But no worries, I know how to now. My mom would be so proud of what I'm wearing today. A cute cream sundress and white sandals. I swear I know how to dress like a girl mom. Just most days, I really would rather not. Sorry that guy clothes are just more comfortable. And no, mom, I never really was dressing like a guy. Sure, I was wearing guy shirts but unless you're wearing guy's pants and boxers, you're not dressing like a guy. I have Family Guy boxers but never wore them as underwear. And if I ever did, I wore actual underwear too. Maybe I could write a poem about that. Or maybe, mom, I could write a poem about being forever alone like you think I will be. Cause apparently there are a lot more girls than guys in the world. Who the crap wants their MOM to tell them that they'll most likely end up alone? Like yeah, that's a real esteem booster. And who says I can only write about issues with dad? That may be why I started writing, but I don't want to make it seem like I never have issues at your house. I know you'd like to think life is perfect at your house, but it's not. I know your mom made it so that you had to have everything absolutely perfect, but how did that make you feel? How did your life end up turning out? I don't want to be like you. I don't want to end up with multiple husbands, just like your mom, because I was selfish. Nor do I want to force my someday kids away, like Grandma. I think that you try to make it seem like you were super close to Grandma when the opposite was true. I don't want to think this, but I really do think that the second you screwed up, Grandma kicked you out of her life. Maybe I'm wrong but that's what I think happened.
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Quotes

a real woman can do it all by herself, but a real man won't let her.
i would rather die of passion than die of boredom.
a bad attitude is like a flat tire; you can't go anywhere till you change it.
your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.
what comes easy, won't last and what lasts, won't come easy.
DEAR GOD, IF TODAY I LOSE MY HOPE PLEASE REMIND ME THAT YOUR PLANS ARE BETTER THAN MY DREAM.
today is the first blank page of a 365 book. write a good one.
listen to your heart, even if it takes you all the way to California.
i mean, i could have done my homework today, but i also could have committed murder. so there's that.
it is what it is.
at the beach, life is different; time doesn't move hour to hour, but rather, mood to moment. we move with the currents, play by the tides, and follow the sun.
its not whether you win or lose. its whether or not you have the balls to fight.
everytime i fall, i get back up again.
you dont got to lie, just keep going faster babe, faster babe, why? im on your side, just keep going faster babe, faster bye bye...you just gotta speed a little faster when you drive.
it's all a part of bein young in the two thousand somethin
i don't believe in love at first sight, i believe in makin love tonight.
love notes, written on the streets in chalk, she's a run away train, with a strut in her walk, broken glass in the gutter, yelling at your mother, on the pay phone saying you'll be back by the summer, she's with me now mama, she's with me now mama.
before youre old and wise, gotta be young and dumb.
so we give em a reason, come and catch us, but dont hold your breath.
TELL MY OLD LIFE THAT I'M LEAVIN, I'M LEAVIN RIGHT NOW.