Poetry

If life is poetry than love is the line
break. Give me space to think, time
to believe. The first verse is friends,
the second I believe to be hate
but in between I think of the way
you rhyme with I. There is power
in our silence. There is strength
in the words we do not speak. Keep
me in this stanza. Don’t let me slip
into an ending .

Freewrites!

I can't seem to write anything of length or value lately. But I have some free writes I thought that I would share. I have some new things coming up in my life. I will probably be moving out on my own in September, and living downtown. I am transferring to a university. And I got a new Student Leadership position with ASPSU...I have my own desk! So hopefully with new things will come new ideas and creativity.

First Free-write
My professor said to distinguish between think
and feel buy they have blurred into a shade
of gray. My awareness of you makes me aware
of myself. So I spend an extra moment
in the mirror, thinking of improvements,
thinking - feeling, insignificant.

You draw out other versions of my shadow,
I drown in myself.

Second Free-write
Regret devoured creativity.
I prayed for a clean heart
but I got a muddled mind.
And when I reached for your hand,
there was no grasp because I am
invisible.

Third Free-write
I am in no way interested in you. I have a
mental list of the pros and cons and the resolution
has been negative. But Pride and Prejudice
has ruined me, tell me you love me,
at least like me so that I can say
"No". I will relish in the crumbling
of your pride and mine will rise.
I vowed to myself that one day
I would reject and deny near perfection.

Random Line
I am a soldier of loyalty
at war with other versions of myself.

Hmmm

I temporary deactivated my Facebook account. It was kind of just off of impulse. Before deactivating, there's a confirmation page to make sure that you want to deactivate. It said "these people will miss you on Facebook". I read all the names it listed and thought, "Oh, please" and clicked confirm.

Feelings

To feel anything is too dangerous
so I sit numb, alone.

A Happy Birthday - Ted Kooser

This evening, I sat by an open window
and read till the light was gone and the book
was no more than a part of the darkness.
I could easily have switched on a lamp,
but I wanted to ride this day down into night,
to sit alone and smooth the unreadable page
with the pale gray ghost of my hand.

I just turned 21. I've come a long way but still have so far to go!