Posted in miscellaneous, original

Real Women Don’t Need Makeup 

I can’t relate to makeups

To tips and their tutorials

Sometimes I think it’s too superficial

But I hold my tongue.
Why can’t women be encouraged to read more books?

That intelligence is real beauty

That the mind be powered

Rather than the face getting powdered

That we buy more of what can help fuel our astounding brains

Rather than outer beauty that melts away with age.

Posted in love, original

Read Him

I can’t understand him at times
And yet I feel there is something sometimes
Most often, it’s as if there is none
And I sometimes fear there never was or all but gone!

He makes a move
And then he doesn’t
He doesn’t say it but then I feel it?
But then again, maybe it’s just me

I can’t size him up
I can’t read him at all
I may as well give up
Let it fall or get nothing at all

Posted in original, Stories About Jeffrey

If He Came Across This Poem

I took a chance

I fell in love

He caught me with a glance

He’s the one I’m dreaming of

And when he looks at me

He sees right through

But doesn’t quite see

The kind of girl he sees in you

 

I’m kind of jealous ’cause I met him first

But I guess that doesn’t really count

It’s just I feel betrayed, I had him at his worst

But I guess it doesn’t add up to any amount

Where did I go wrong?

I often ask myself

I made it kind of obvious, as suggested by the song

Couldn’t he have felt it himself?

 

I’m loosing my mind

It’s time to let go

I have to leave it all behind

Because I am my own foe

If by chance he ever gets to read this

Which I highly doubt

It is not written out of bitterness, but out of sadness

And I guess tha’s all he needs to know

Posted in miscellaneous, original

My Study Habit

Exam was coming and I had to study

Could not wait for a study buddy

Had to work hard to get good grades

Had to do this on my own, without anyone’s aid

 

So I took my book and flipped it open

But Math was too hard that I sat there frozen

I took the next book that I could find

Science was of no help to my confused mind

I tried History, but alas to my fears!

I was “this” close to tears

 

I gave up in trying to study

I think I’ll just wing it,

that would be a lot easier.

Posted in favorites

A Book

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!

-Emily Dickinson-

Posted in favorites

Please Don’t Read This Poem

Please don’t read this poem.
It’s only meant for me.
That’s it. Just move along now.
There’s nothing here to see.

Besides, I’m sure you’d rather
just go outside and play.
So put the poem down now
and slowly back away.

Hey, why are you still reading?
That isn’t very nice.
I’ve asked you once politely.
Don’t make me ask you twice.

I’m telling you, it’s private.
Do not read one more line.
Hey! That’s one more. Now stop it.
This isn’t yours; it’s mine.

You’re not allowed to read this.
You really have to stop.
If you don’t quit this instant,
I swear I’ll call a cop.

He’ll drag you off in handcuffs.
He’ll lock you up in jail,
and leave you there forever
until you’re old and frail.

Your friends will all forget you.
You won’t be even missed.
Your family, too, will likely
forget that you exist.

And all because you read this
instead of having fun.
It’s too late now, amigo;
the poem’s nearly done.

There’s only one solution.
Here’s what you’ll have to do:
Tell all your friends and family
they shouldn’t read it too.

– Kenn Nesbitt