Saturday, November 15, 2008
In A New Light
To be quite honest, I never realized how silly I sounded until I heard other people read similar writings. I think we are so caught up in trying to make some profound statement that we forget the point of writing. This is a lesson I have learned and even still must continue to learn. I would advise that you take the time to learn it as well.
Now that's settled, I've written a couple poems. Enjoy.
Rodeo Drive
I like your words.
They look so pretty, sitting soft and sweet within the glass display.
The saleswoman beckons me inside,
Inviting me to try them on.
They feel so comfortable,
Loving, warm and soft.
Somehow I knew they would.
But then I look in the mirror and see they don’t quite fit,
And I am reminded that I can’t afford them anyway.
Wishful Thinking
She wishes he knew.
God, she wishes he knew.
When he walked into town,
A storm began to brew.
She liked his eyes, his lips, his spark.
Liked his smile,
And the sound of his heart.
But the storm waits for none.
Away he was blown.
Now she misses the sun,
And God, she wishes he knew.
Oh, how she wishes he knew.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Frustration
Why are the majority of the kids who are worth knowing always older than me? This isn't to say that I don't love my friends that are the same age. I just happen to fond of people in higher grades of schooling. For instance, camp staff. These are easily some of the coolest people I've ever met. Only problem is that they're 18+ years in age, making it rather awkward when I would rather hang out with them then kids my own age.
I feel this will be my lot in life, though. I will forever be attracted to older people. It's not so much that they are indeed older, but the simple fact that my brain seems to be closer to their level of thought and communication than many of the people I associate with. There have actually been instances in which I'll say to myself, "Gosh...if [insert older person's name] were here, they would get it."
I suppose I sound rather conceited at this moment, and I apologize for that. But I can't help it that I love soaking up the wisdom that is equal to or transcends my own. Let's face it, older is often equated with cooler. It's a well known fact of life.
Sad part? I don't think they know how cool they are, or how much they mean to me. These people are what I want to be like when I'm their age. They are the model. I wish I wasn't so readily subject to people's influence, but I am.
Older people validate me, give me peace of mind with their kind words of recognition. I'm a sucker for it.
I should've been born about 8 years ago...
This is so frustrating...!