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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Nesheaholic Poetry

A got the question/comment on my formspring: "how about writing a poem :0)"

I love seeing people recite poetry, and I have a lot of poet friends that are really awesome at what they do. I wish I was as talented as them lol. I've written a couple poems. I think I'm much better at blog writing than poetry writing.

Never Neverland - 3/20/2010

Sometimes the pressure of my fairy tale weighs me down
I have my knight in shining armor and am on my way to Happily Ever After
But with the glitter comes wicked step sisters and evil step mothers
Wart-ridden frogs attempting to steal me from my prince
I just hope this glass slipper never breaks
And my carriage is never to be a pumpkin again.


Run - 7/30/2009

There's no place like....

Not home.

Running through an open field
Nothing in sight but air and clouds
A 75 degree sunny day with a light breeze
Blowing a white linen dress as I run
Run freely, to nothing, away from nothing, just run
Barefoot
Feel life as I run
No one in sight, nothing in sight
Air and warm sun
Run


Upside Down - 3/5/2009

I feel like I'm upside down, although I'm right side up, because my head is spinning like I'm continually doing somersaults.
I can't sit still because my mind is in constant motion, unable to concentrate, and un-silenceable
I want to jump up outta my bones and get away from self.
I feel too old and too young at the same time. Rushed and held back. Not needing rest but wanting to lay down.
I feel upside down.


What do you want? - 11/25/2008

What do I want?

Nothing. Really nothing.
I don't want anything.
I don't want to talk, text, chat, type, nothing.
I just want to be be.
Pause the world around me so I don't miss anything and nobody misses me.
Pause the world around me so that I can drift, in my own world, just me.


Adulthood - 10/30/2008

All of adulthood is piling up on me.
Bills, pap smears, drug tests, debt.
I don't feel old. Not old enough to experience death and loss.
Regret & anxiety.
Dread & nostalgia.
Afraid of my present.
The present that use to be my highly anticipated future.
That post-graduation future that I thought would be sweet smelling and rose filled.
Once I got here it was more like dandelions amongst crab grass.
But no crabs in a barrel here.
The only one holding me back is myself.
Stuck to the bottom of the bucket by the glue of obligation.


Feel free to leave questions or blog topics on my formspring anonymously if you'd like.
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4 comments

  1. "What do you want" is awesome :]

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  2. I really like the first and the last one lots. Poetry snaps! :0)

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  3. I especially liked Never Neverland.
    I've been known to write poetry in the past as well, but I usually get caught up in trying to make it rhyme. I guess some of the best poems don't rhyme at all...

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