Revision of the Poem

You are so well written
Your parenthesis brows
Compliment the main idea
Coming from your "i's"
Everything is alliterated, from
Your lungs, to your larynx, to your luscious lips

You are so well written
Healthy: I'm impressed by your colon usage
I prefix my eyes on your lovely face
And sweet-tailed suffix
Bringing up the rear
No fragments in your fluent lines.

You are so well written
I sound out the words
Will you spell it out for me?
Though your sentence structure is complete
The vocabulary is new
Can you read me?

Revision of the Poem

You are so well written
Your parenthesis brows
Compliment the main idea
Coming from your "i's"
Everything is alliterated, from
Your lungs, to your larynx, to your lovely lips

You are so well written
Healthy: I'm impressed by your colon usage
I prefix my eyes on your lovely face
And sweet-tailed suffix
Bringing up the rear
No fragments in your fluent lines.

You are so well written
I sound out the words
Will you spell it out for me?
Though your sentence structure is complete
The vocabulary is new
Can you read me?

I don't feel like writing a darned thing.

I don't like being home. Too many things come to mind. Such as past loves and lingering feelings. Thankfully, time is not a pool, but a river. It keeps on flowing, and things keep growing, and living and dying, passing, while I'm sighing.

I feel beautiful again for some reason. My family loves me, and needs me, while no-one seems to need me alone in my little dorm room, except for Mary, lovely Mary.

Which puts me in another frame of mind. Having groupies is absolutely one of the best feelings in the world. Chai tea hits the spot when it's chilly, and when it's not. The sliption of "smoking a bowl" in the midst, whips a warning at me, though, perhaps.

I wonder why my feelings and thoughts feel more smothered here than they do when I'm alone in my dorm room. Though I speak to few about my deepest thoughts and ideas, they are free, not controlled by the thoughts, moods, emotions, or whims of my guardian and sibling. I learn to speak in a different way and I like it. No more of this, petty arguing, but placid agreement. No forcing, even though that is my personality. Just letting go of things. The ability to disagree instead of smothering one another's opinions.

Chickens.

Clean, clear guitar plaints out of my roomate's speakers, the sky is a tinkly blue, slippery wind, tangling with the treetops, talked to a cat today, Shadows, she listened to my chicken argument, and ignored the persuasive fries, flicked beckoningly by me at the creature.

This was from awhile ago:

A missed bus today saved me from soakage, from a misplaced summer storm. Soft, then hard, then soft, water slipped out of clouds, falling, falling, falling, to splash uncommitingly on my window.

You are written well so
Your parenthesis brows
Compliment the main idea
Coming from your "i's"
Everything is alliterated, from
Your lips, to your lungs, to your lovely, luscious legs

You are written so well
Healthy: I'm impressed by your colon usage
I prefix my eyes on your lovely face
And sweet-tailed suffix
Bringing up the rear
No fragments in your well-written lines.

You are so well written,
Will you spell it out for me?
Can I sound out the words?
Though your sentence structure is complete
The vocabulary is new
Can you read me?

I miss someone. And I'm really scared about next year. And am really excited about taking Physics classes. And am too involved with my "predictions" of what the Lord might do, or should do. Just have to give it ta' the Lord. He knows.

Well, everything's gravy, guys. I'm going to register for classes tomorrow. Physics, Calculus, U.S History, Speech (?) and Canoeing, I think. If Nicole doesn't take canoeing I think take a dance class for a PFW.

I'm talking to my step-cuz. She's awesome! Much love ta' Belinda.

Well, I was thinking of trying a little experiment because I'm such a whiny baby and can't handle it when people don't like me or offend me...but then at the same time, I don't have a problem...I don't get it. Never mind, if I don't understand I definitely can't make you guys understand.

Well, I'm eating leftover spagetti, and I almost cried again in the meeting tonight, but I...didn't let it happen. I suppose it was a hardening, but at least I didn't bust out. Gee, you'd think that I'd be over the whole dumb crying thing by now. That's a whole lot of weekends to cry randomly.

You know it's weird...I feel most comfy around those families that nag and stuff...it's just more like home, I guess, and I never, ever, in my whole life thought that I would miss that, but then I run into it, and I just want to get into this massive pillow fight and beat all of my frustrations away.

Would you believe I can barely walk without total pain jolting through my legs and butt? Or that I turn but a half a centimeter and my torso is wracked with conversive torture? Well, that's the price you pay for not working out and then going randomly one Saturday and helping win the PowderPuff football tournament. Nobody else seems to think it's important, but my body won't let me forget my triumph.