Poetry

This laptop that i've been permitted to use is amazing! I spend most of my day on it watching Friends or Facebooking....i should probably find something healthy to do, but why should i? Oh, wait. Maybe because if i continue on this path i will become a big, lazy fat women who little kids laugh at. Does that seem like a good enough reason? Sadly, even that is not enough to get me moving. Although, yesterday i went to the PG rec center with Natalie and Tori. It was so much fun! We ran around the track, and ended the day talking about boys. I must say that Tori is amazing when it comes to boy trouble. She not only had me convinced that the best thing to do was to tell my crush i liked him, but also made it seem like i wouldn't lose my friendship with him. How amazing is that?

Also something i did yesterday: i got my hair cut. Now before you flip out you must realize that it looks exactly the same as it did before. My bangs are just shorter. Now instead of a huge strand falling in front of my face i have to worry about a little tuft of hair going against the rules of gravity. It's really fun... really fun. I was being sarcastic. Alex created an emoticon that means "sarcastic" but i can't remember. I think it went something like "-" and now everyone who reads this should use it. Or i guess you could continue using italics but really, that's lame. Actually, i think it's really creative :P

Okay, so today i had a really bad day. Mostly dealing with boy troubles. So when i came home i sat at my laptop, turned on Friends, and started writing sad poems. They will be posted below. Honestly, i don't know how bad they are or how good, so don't make fun. They're actually very personal. If you have a comment please make it along the lines of, "that's awesome!" or "what do you mean it's bad? They sound great." I would appreciate that greatly.

Clueless

To the boy who does not know
--with the contagious laugh
How my heart aches for you so
--with the deep gaze of a hawk

In what way will you find

--the maturity of an adult
My love for you that i hide
--always knows what to say
I can not stand still when you're around
--my comforter and my helper
Oh, why can't i just speak
--you have no idea--

My Last Resort

Poetry helps express ones love
--in ways i do not know
I can not write a decent poem
--so i'll let my pencil flow
I hate it when you see someone
--that makes your heart go thump--!
And all you want to do is spill your soul.

At times i feel that God is testing
--how long my patience will last
I want so badly to be loved
--and not blasted down like a mast
Hopefully i can keep these tears inside
--or else my heart will grow cold.

Yeah, so again as a reminder these were made from my frustration and heart-love pain. Don't judge me or my poetry. I will end on that note. See ya.