The Mirror

ok, so I know this is on FB...but I edited some and i'm thinking about submitting this one as my artistic piece (gotta make it into some sort of book/pop-up/fancified thing) for my class. feedback would be awesome, since I'm my complete worst critic and none of my stuff is good enough for me :)

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell ‘em for a dollar,

Sometimes life ain’t filled with applause and honor,

Forget your high society, I’m soakin’ it in kerosene,

I’m not enchanted by this world’s discolored lies and fields of green.

When your heart runs deeper than a ghost town gold mine, you know you’re bound to hit the mother load,

But how do I pull the gleaming gems entrapped deep in their dark abode?

How can I share my secrets and sweep away the dust when my heart wants to hide,

And how do you keep your feet on the ground when you know you were born to fly?

Well I may not be the prettiest girl around,

A wandering ugly duckling amongst monotonous swans in this one horse town,

Brushing shoulders with perfect peaceful, dangerously complacent beauty,

But there’s a road like a long grey ribbon as far as I can see, and it’s pulling independence out of me.

I’ve got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings,

I’m gonna take down this dirty mirror and give it a fling,

Glowing glass diamonds may cast a bright reflection,

But it’s the glittering shards like daggers who provoke introspection.

Clinging wide-eyed to the wheel because life ain’t always beautiful, but it’s a beautiful ride,

Maintaining my courage, whatever betides,

I guess that’s just the cowboy in me—high lonesome sounds are what I’ll always sing,

‘Cause tattoos and scars are different things.

poetry

so I'm sure I'll be posting a lot more in this quarter of school. A current class is titled Writing Workshop, sooo, those thoughts and writings will probably spill into here. :) so here's my latest 3 structured poems :)

Where I’m From

I am from a creative cook and tip top toolmaker

Who patiently sigh at my near kitchen catastrophes and mechanical mess-ups

And who loved me enough to use wooden spoons on my backside.

I am from an all American, hardworking, blue-collar family,

Who are not ashamed of dirty hands or the Constitution

And will wipe the dirt on a pair of faded Wranglers to shake your hand and run to defend freedom.

I am from preachin’, prayin’ and singin’

Where Amazing Grace abounds, the Bible is my roadmap and harmony fills the air

Where church can take place anywhere.

I am from blue eyes, brown eyes and righties

Who love to laugh and be silly, yet teach right and wrong with no grey areas,

Where God threw in a hazel eyed leftie who happens to be the perfect mix of both parents.

To Tell the Truth

To tell the truth, I hate when someone slurps a soda or chews a Cheeseburger like a cow,

Except when the crunchy chip or luscious lemonade is mine and I feel that I may never masticate marvelous meals any more.

And I hate when someone neglects to clear the several seconds on the microwave,

Unless the frigid discovered delicious dish is mine and excitement overcomes my senses.

To tell the truth I hate the pale pestering professor that lectures endlessly,

Except when attendance obtains extra credit on the exam.

And I hate when constant chattering commences around me during class,

Unless my eavesdropping entertains my mind more so than the monotonous teacher.

To tell the truth I hate sudden summer rain showers that send me running for shelter,

Except when the smell is sumptuous and new puddles can be played in.

And I hate sappy love story movies where the moony girl is star-struck by a sweetheart,

Unless I’m feeling sad about a single-life and boohooing about the boy who broke my heart.

To tell the truth, I hate weeding the giant growing garden in the June, July & August heat,

Except when a dip in the deep pool is promised alongside a plate of corn, okra and other garden greens.

And I hate canning in a small space named the kitchen,

Unless it’s the place where swapped stories, loud laughter and learning to be a future worthy wife abounds.

If Clint Eastwood Were the Principal

(side note, unless you know a lot about Clint Eastwood movies, you probably wont get this poem...theres a movie/quote reference in most every line)

If Clint Eastwood were the principal, things would definitely change.

School would contain two types of people- mostly the digging kind,

The building would be an obstacle course- are ya feelin’ lucky, punk?

All the ID tags would proclaim “Go ahead, make my day”.

If Clint Eastwood were the principal,

Teachers would be men with no name,

Teachers would have a classroom pet orangutan named Clyde

And teach how to earn a Fistful of Dollars.

If Clint Eastwood were the principal,

Students would run Every Which Way but Loose,

Students would learn how to be an outlaw, and

Students would be the Good, the Bad and the Ugly.

If Clint Eastwood were the principal,

The staff would be Black Widows,

The janitor would be the Enforcer with a .44,

And the lunch ladies would serve prison food from Alcatraz.

If Clint Eastwood were the principal,

Everyday would be straight from a spaghetti western and you’ll probably get stuck with every dirty job that comes along.

Friendship

a poem i had to write for a class at school..and was told i "had" to post it. soo here it is! doesnt follow the traditional 'poetry' format, aaand I'm not completely happy with it, but it works :) dont be too harsh :)

and yes..some of these are true stories.. haha

Friendship

A friend will not question the shovel and mysteriously male-shaped bag lying in the shadows of your trunk when you show up at 3 a.m.

A friend will brush off the God-only-knows-what-that-is on the backside of your jeans and proceed to wipe it on your sleeve.

A friend will show up at a corn maze to save you from a bad date even if the indecisive weirdo changes plans last minute and doesn’t actually end up at the corn maze.

A friend will have a silent conversation with you while standing on the opposite side of the room.

A friend will call you names but bring out the ghetto attitude if someone else calls you those same names.

A friend will turn tears of sorrow into tears of laughter - even if it takes all night.

A friend will not be able to stay angry at you for long because something “super important has happened that can possibly change the face of humanity” if left untold.

A friend will know your quirks and innumerable blonde moments and will most likely hold those things against you in the name of friendship.

A friend will know how to heal the pain no medicine can fix, doesn’t need fancy equipment to diagnose the problem, and only consults doctors such as Ben, Jerry and Disney to perform operations.

A friend will conspire with your family to 'decorate' your truck at 2a.m. on your birthday even when your birthday is in December and the toilet paper ends up frozen.

A friend will hear the silent teardrops and catch them before they fall even if it means leaving with a soaked T-shirt.

A friend will barge into your house and eats the last chocolate chip cookie found on the planet, even when it means hearing the bell of a WWF match.

A friend will know you better than you know yourself, gently remind you of who you are when you forget, and shout silent encouragement of the potential person you may become.