Time away from the one you love disappears once you realize that distance is only in your mind, that it never really mattered at all.-Luanne Rice
Living Life…Without Super Powers…
I’m at the point in my life, where all I want to do is have fun…Of course I can still be serious, I just don’t want to take life too seriously. I feel like I’m just way to young to be living my life, the way I had been before. It’s time for me to climb on my roof at night and stare up at the stars. It’s time for me to drive really fast in my car, with the windows down, and my music blaring. It’s time for me to dance by myself in my room at 3 o’clock in the morning, simply because I’m so excited that I can’t fall asleep. It’s time for me to dream big and hope for a lifetime of happiness. It’s time for me to be me….and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’ve been hurt many times by people that I care about, but I just don’t care anymore…it’s time that I love them wholeheartedly, even if they don’t love me in the same way. Everyone deserves to be loved for no reason at all…just because they are who they are. When was the last time you felt you deserved love? I’m always feeling like I mess up…and that’s because I am. But no matter what I or anyone else does, they deserve love…and that seems to be something I have in excess. I want to share my love with this world…as long as you’re in my life I will love you with everything I have. It’s my pleasure. So to everyone I know and don’t know….I love you. I wish you the best day ever…today and everyday from this point on. If you ever feel like you can’t go on…hit me up…I don’t have special powers, and I can’t save the world, but I can love you. And in this world, that’s better than any superpower. No strings attached, I promise…I don’t expect anything in return.
A Song in the Front Yard
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want to peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.
I want to go in the back yard now
And maybe down the alley,
To where the charity children play.
I want a good time today.
They do some wonderful things.
They have some wonderful fun.
My mother sneers, but I say it’s fine
How they don’t have to go in at quarter to nine.
My mother, she tells me that Johnnie Mae
Will grow up to be a bad woman.
That George’ll be taken to Jail soon or late
(On account of last winter he sold our back gate).
But I say it’s fine. Honest, I do.
And I’d like to be a bad woman, too,
And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace
And strut down the streets with paint on my face.—Gwendolyn Brooks
Green With Beasts (1956)
And I moved forward, because you must live
Forward, which is away from whatever
It was that you had, though you think when you have it
That it will stay with you forever.—W.S. Merwin
Paradoxes and Oxymorons
This poem is concerned with language on a very plain level.
Look at it talking to you. You look out a window
Or pretend to fidget. You have it but you don’t have it.
You miss it, it misses you. You miss each other.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot.
What’s a plain level? It is that and other things,
Bringing a system of them into play. Play?
Well, actually, yes, but I consider play to be
A deeper outside thing, a dreamed role-pattern,
As in the division of grace these long August days
Without proof. Open-ended. And before you know
It gets lost in the steam and chatter of typewriters.
It has been played once more, I think you exist only
To tease me into doing it, on your level, and then you aren’t there
Or have adopted a different attitude. And the poem
Has set me softly down beside you. The poem is you.—John Ashbery
One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! My last. Or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
–Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.—Elizabeth Bishop
The Devil’s Advice to Story Tellers
Lest men suspect your tale to be untrue, Keep probability–some say–in view.
But my advice to story-tellers is: Weigh out no gross of probabilities,
Nor yet make diligent transcriptions of Known instances of virtue, crime or love.
To forge a picture that will pass for true, Do conscientiously what liars do—
Born liars, not the lesser sort that raid The mouths of others for their stock-in-trade:
Assemble, first, all casual bits and scraps That may shake down into a world perhaps;
People this world, by chance created so, With random persons whom you do not know—
The teashop sort, or travelers in a train Seen once, guessed idly at, not seen again;
Let the erratic course they steer surprise Their own and your own and your reader’s eyes;
Sigh then, or frown, but leave (as in despair) Motive and end and moral in the air;
Nice contradiction between fact and fact Will make the whole read human and exact—Robert Graves
A Solitary Feeling
No matter where I am, I wake up with a solitary feeling. What’s up with that? I’ve been thinking about God a lot lately…I miss Him being an active part of my life. People come in and out of my life constantly…which leads me to believe that no one will ever really stay. I’m kind of traumatized by this, which is probably why I’m so trivial about ever getting married. How can you say forever to someone and know that they won’t go away? You can’t, which is why I like to only think about today and what I’m feeling right now. It never means anything more or anything less than what it is at the moment. It’s weird though, because I want to soo badly believe that there could be something more, something lasting. Until I can find something that is true and permanent, I’ll keep running and I’ll never show anyone my everything. Eventually I’ll get tired of hiding everything I am…maybe then this solitary feeling will subside.
For One Night….Drink, Drink Till You Can’t Remember…
The last time I really drank…I had a blast. It was a couple of months ago with my dad and my cousin. We had a margarita night…which is always a lot of fun for me. One time, I even attempted to cook fish while throwing one of my rock parties. Lol…Anyway, I like to drink because more than half the time, it’s makes me happier than I normally am. Things that concern me fade and the only thing that matters is what I want and what’s funny. And let me tell you…I think everythings funny. I’ve never drank to the point of not remembering who I am, or where I am…which is a good thing.
I really have no point tonight…I guess I want another session of alcohol to get smashed..lol. Almost 21…just a couple more days! I’m quite excited about that…Maybe I’ll have that night, where I drink till I can’t remember on the 12th…I’ll let you know.
Wish I Was On The Road Tonight
As I sit in my living room listening to The Yeah Yeahs, I suddenly wish I was on the road tonight. I don’t know why I always get the sudden urge to run…It just comes and goes. For no apparent reason at all, I wish I could just drive away. The weird thing is..my life is just perfect. Maybe it’s a part of my soul that always wants to wander. There is so much in this world I want to see…to be honest, I don’t really care how I get there. Although I silently wish its happens on a Harley. 
There’s nothing like having your hair going nuts with the wind…pain in the ass, but at the same time, it solidifies complete freedom. I’ll definately dream about being on the road tonight. Perfect black asphalt, total freedom.
