D.

I don’t know how long I’ve been waiting here.

Seems like an eternity.

 Your presence is haunting

your moods swings are daunting.

 I can barely breathe.

You’re like a lake in a desolate tract,

noticeable but still little.

Your creek has a bend,

you’re shallow at your ends

but still you’re deep in the middle.

I have held you through endless fights,

wars you’ve waged on yourself.

I have held your hand,

fixed your mess

and I put blame on nobody else.

Now you say your does,

say you’re through.

Swallow yourself in your shell.

k, no more

NO MORE!!

I'm throwing in the towel.

I need to stop this,
so I'm forcing myself to stop.

33

This month of January I will try everything on this list, starting with 8, because today is the eighth.

I guess

Maybe I should start addressing you by your real name.
Naaahh, that ain't me.
I'm a nickname kind of girl.

I miss summer. I miss going on wacky adventures with my cousin. I miss going down to the levy and watching the sunset. I miss going to Wendy's and Mickie's at ten at night. I miss going to Target at three in the morning. I miss going to Kroger's at six in the morning. I miss those all-nighters where we sat up and just talked. I miss playing Sims with you like a little child. I miss those hikes in the woods. I miss getting lost in neighborhoods we don't know. I miss Yellow Springs. I miss the feeling of the sun on my skin. I miss the pool. I miss the smell of chlorine. I miss summer.

One two three go! Stop your ironic cheering! Stop telling me it's okay!
Stop telling me to shake it off!
I won't!

Head-rush in three two one, FUCK.

K, rant over.

Peaches out.

moozik

Okay, so ya'll know I wanna be a musician. We've gone over this many, many times.
Or have we?

Berklee sent me this thing for their college in the mail. I'm just trying to figure out if they sent it to every teenager in W.C. or if they just sent it to me. And if they just sent it to me, did they know I want to become a musician, or did they just send it for the hell of it? And if they did know, how? (add-on sentences.)

So, I came on here looking at my old posts to see if I ever mentioned anything about my determination to perform. I couldn't really find anything. It's all just writing. Well ya'll should know music is my main priority, not writing. I guess I just made this blog to share some writing with you, and maybe a little bit of life experiences. I guess this is just a blog. Maybe it doesn't serve the purpose of a place I can put down thoughts and poems. Maybe it doesn't serve any purpose at all.

I don't know, it's not like writing is out of the question. It never will be. I love to write, and I will never stop. Never. It's in my blood, it's in my mind. Hell, it's in my grandmother's and father's minds too! But music, I don't know...something about the way it can bring back memories, the way it can open up anybody's minds, the way it can change people....I want to do that! I want to bring back memories! I want to open people's minds! I want to change people!

Ahh, I'm thinking too much! I wish this Berklee packet came with a little note attached telling me everything I'm questioning. Nothing gives me more doubt than the unknown. Ahh, I don't know! It's not like any of this is happening now...I just want a head start on this.

I'ma go research Berklee and get my Panic! on.
See you mofos later.

Here I am,

passed hand to hand.

Living cold and sullen.

I sit observing

those deserving.

Thought I not one of them.

A different mother,

not left nor smothered.

Indifferent like the rest.

Many moons pass,

the next like the last,

I stow away in my chest.

Tumblr Poem

Sex, drugs, rock and roll,
weed, speed, and birth control.
Life's a bitch, then you die;
FUCK the world lets get high.


Now THAT is what I call a poem (: