Today= 12am-now.
After hearing about many relationships and cheaters and straight up "hoes" I came to the conclusion that I'm really lucky. Not that I didn't already know that. I got three hours of sleep, so I was in an adrenaline good mood. I had good jokes, I had a great time hanging out with Bryan, I did well on my AP Chem test, and my best friend's birthday is tomorrow.
I also found some amazing poems
thanks to Cody and Barnes & Noble.
Sorry if this isn't your thing. Whateva whateva!
Cock-Pit
Cock-pit
I am real Take a snapshot of me
He is real, shot
Reality is what has been
concealed from us for so long
birth sex death
we're alive when we laugh
when we can feel the
rush & spurt of blood
blood is real in its redness
the rainbow is real in absence of blood
When I Met My Muse
I glanced at her and took my glasses
off--they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. "I am your own
way of looking at things," she said. "When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.
-William Stafford
Hahah, I just think those are so cute. You might have to be female, or even be me to see the cuteness in the first one.
Niiiiiiiight!
