I Am the Fault I See In Everyone Else

I am perfect.
I am who I want to be.
I am the creation of my own design.
I am me.

3/25/2011

I apologize for grammar/puncuation/spelling/rhyming


Don't Mind Me
there were letters all along
not sent
but rather
saved in song
praise of one another's care
not sent but kept (too much to share)
filled with many of the same things
stories of sketches and rocks and strings
a mirror of work
in each's collection
not letting on that they shared affection
neither had cheated, but some did assume
it's hard to believe a love thats so true.

yet the connection has passed, the feeling won't change
their hearts still beat with a tinge of a pang
one who is strong, the other is weak
on the outside, the strong is the one who looks meak
it's none of my buisness, but this i suggest:
if quitting wont work, then give it a test.
if the test wont work then just let it be;
move on or move to a common city

Pokemon in REAL LIFE

Oddish

Blastoise

Meowth

3/11/2011

Strange Change

Fascade of smiles crumbles down

What has changed? What has been found?

Nothing’s changed, no nothing’s new

No more strength to push on through.

Nothing’s sad, but why keep laughing?

No more acts so why keep clapping?

The person that you the thought you knew

The one right in front of you

Did something you never thought she’d do

Something’s different, here’s a clue

She’s just changed her point of view

Love Me

I want a boy to tell me

I’m beautiful

I already know I am, although

On some days I’d disagree with that statement

But even on those days

If someone were to try to convince me

I could be persuaded

Especially if that someone

Were cute

And smiled at me

When I least expected it.

Instant Tan

The tan’s not real

It doesn’t feel

The same as sun baked skin.

The glow looks natural

I’d rather have actual

Sun rays seeping in.

A citrusy smell

They copy it well

But it’s not the same as the sand.

Keep your sun in a bottle

Heck I’d rather waddle

With sunburn than get a fake tan.

3/9/2011

YOU CANT DANCE

            But I Can Write

These words keep dancing

Out of my brain

On the inside of my skull

Then filter through my ear

Like

Ants exiting an ant hill

Then march down my arm,

Pausing to tickle my elbow

Then take giant leaps across my wrist

As deer leap in fields

And exert a force on my fingers

That makes me write them down.

They don’t care that they aren’t graceful dancers.

They do it anyway.

Inventory

A painting from a roman vendor

A Darth Vador mask

Red nail polish

Balloon animal instruction book

A stool created in woodshop without instructions

A book of poetry

A box with thread

2010’s senior pictures and open house invitations

an Archie comic book

a red purse

a yellow plastic duck

a beaded journal

2 different yellow nail polishes

a peacock feather

a tea cup from a Canadian

45’s and 78’s

an autographed rock

mini squirt gun

various amateur art

venetian mask

a blue cartoon stuffed mouse

running shoes

fedora

lady’s gloves

record player

bouncy ball

dry erase marker

jacket

2 photography books

valentine’s card

plaid belt

urban dictionary

transformers backpack

pocket knife

Calvin and Hobbes

Tacky sweaters

Pretty dresses

Magnifying glass

Giant pencil

Perfumed pottery from Orvieto

Retainer

Popped bubble wrap

Breakfast at Tiffany’s poster

Playbills

A girl.

The Extras

Pay attention to the supporting characters

Forget about the lead

He gets all the attention

He could ever need

Take a look at the one in the back

Not important at all

Look how well they fit their part

Right there, his name is Paul.

We see Paul as he walks by

Wishing he was the lead

A tear in his eye

But he doesn’t cry

Hardly noticed amidst the stampede

But if he weren’t there

Where else would we stare?

After watching the movie five times?

He added so much

With that tear of a touch

At the value of a dozen for dimes.

Haiku Day!!!

Jealousy

I am quite jealous

Of people who can write

Awesome poetry

Pride

Boyne city ramblers

Are forever red and blue

Like the beating heart

Of course you haven’t

Have you seen my dog?

My dog is better than yours

It’s invisible

Selfish

Have you ever thought

That maybe the world isn’t

All about yourself?

Brain waves

One complete cycle

My brain is frequently washed

And no one touched it

Vocabulary

Is hard for me to expand

It sounds impressive

First impression

I hope you like me

Although I am not so sure

That I like myself

Autophobia

I am so normal

That I am afraid of it

That’s fine, it’s normal

What?

Hey look over there

Where do you want me to look?

Over there that duck

Pass

I have given up

There is no way this is art

My poems must be ‘wrong’

Art is

Taking useless things

And making it beautiful

But it’s still useless