3 October 2012
Part of this near the end might be confusing, but that is because it is a simple stream of conciousness and only I understand what was going on in my mind. But that was the point. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I was told to do my homework
Not by my parents but by my conscience.
They know me well enough and that I always get it done and done well, but that I wait until the last possible second and am
The queen of procrastination.
I have words floating through my head.
Thoughts slipping by that I don’t grab on to.
So many things to write and ideas, feelings, my loves that prompt poetry.
But I have done nothing.
I have a poet inside me slowly dying,
Inspiration lapping at my brain
But I have let it lie still.
My excuses,
I have too much homework,
Are all fiddlesticks and sticklebags.
I have plenty of time.
The poison of internet addiction and chronic, uncapped laziness hold me back.
They muddle my thoughts and my ability to write and to let it flow.
I am caught in a torrent of words and yet they fly by, ceaselessly, blown in the wind, scattered, and crushing me in their relentless speed,
Instead of standing in the center of the storm, the eye of the hurricane, and reaching out and grabbing the words with selective ease and weaving them together with polished ability.
Instead I let them fly, don’t try and allow the sheer numbers of thoughts and possibilities to overwhelm me.
But today I let it flow.
Go back for spelling errors later.
Write me, and only me.
Cookies, dance, gymnastics, my shoulder, ice cream, nutella, love, death, crushes, Middle Earth, school, tests, grades, worries, sleep, headaches, love.
Lava and romance.
Pink. Spanish.
Computer, internet, go away.
Dandelions, fluff, clouds, princesses, never, neverland, forever.
The sky in June, my birthday is coming soon.
Hopscotch, once upon a time
I cry whenever I see the Shire in the beginning of The Fellowship of the Ring. I cry at the end of Return of the King. I love. I cry too easily. I am. I love hobbits. I am Frodo. I understand. Too many things. Fill my heart, anime, Chobits. Sneakers. Boots. Shiny silver. I am finding my voice.
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