A Poem


I want to write a poem,

but I’m not sure if I can.

My poems hardly rhyme

and I repeat all of the words.

.

But isn’t there,

a special type of poem?

One where there is no rhyming

that is required?

.

What is it called,

this special poem?

The one where no rhyming is required

for it to be called a poem?

.

Free Verse,

that is what it is called.

The poem where there is no rhyming

that is required.

.

But is it supposed to be sincere

this Free Verse poem?

Is it allowed to be insincere

and silly?

.

It’s to late now,

to change the poem.

I have put in to much time

and thinking to stop and change.

.

Now it is getting to long,

so it is time to stop.

I am getting bored,

and I’m sure you are too.


Advertisements

Memory Lane


Apparently there is no hope for me, I am going down memory lane. Now I will relive all of the sad memories, the happy memories, the funny ones, the um.. un-funny ones, and the ones that are just plain ironic.

Now I am remembering about a girl.  She was in my youth group, remeber the one I talked about in my other memory? Funny Advice? I remember that girl like I just saw her yesterday. …..

She never believed me when I told her she was pretty. She was just a regular teenager, but for some reason, I liked her. I remember that I wanted to be just like her. I really looked up to her, though, I would never tell her that. 🙂

She liked to wear jeans and a tee-shirt. I thought she looked like a model.

She had glasses. To me, it just made her beautiful eyes stand out. (In a good way)

She was athletic. I thought she was WAY better and faster than any super hero.

There were other things like her hair, height, sense of humor, the list could go on, and on. The point is, I really liked her.

The problem was, she wasn’t such a big fan of me.

But that’s life for you.

Funny Advice


Ah. A memory from my youth.

One night at my youth group, I was picking a fight with a girl twice my size and almost three years older than me. One of the guys, he is 19 so he is almost out of the youth group, pulls me aside and tries to reason with me that this is not  one of my best ideas. The dialogue pretty much went like this.

Him, “Listen, you should just let it go!”

Me, “But-”

Him, “No, no, listen to me. I am telling you now that she can beat the crap out of you.” I never use that word but he said it in such a funny way that I forgave him for saying it.

Me, “You don’t understand!”

Him, trying to bribe me into behaving, “Listen, I am going to be a youth helper soon so if-”

Me, “Oh shush!”

Him, “Did you just shush me?!?!? I just said that I was going to be be a helper in the youth group soon!”

This is a true story guys. 🙂

Me, “Um, no! You don’t get it! She licked me!” Literally, she licked my hand with her tongue. I have no idea why.

Him, “Wait, she licked you! That is so wrong!”

Me, “I know! That was what I was trying to tell you!”

We walk inside the building.

To this day, she still hates me. So sad. 😦

😀

Anne Rice


I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            -Anne Rice