My feet dance

Dear 11am, Thank you.

The rain drizzles down upon my head. A familiar feeling is present on my skin and in my mind. I think about all the sad days in my life, and I always remember there being rain. With that in mind, Saint Louis must equal sadness? Let’s hope not. All I have to do is survive at home for two months. Maybe the longest two months of my life? ...I do not miss the suburbs. These people...
I have the major-dog, E-rock, racquetball games, and swimming. Can those things keep me sane for two months? Only time will tell. Exploration of environment, music, and self must also help in my struggle for sanity. They say only the curious have something to find. I am definitely curious and I am looking for something.

Hopefully this works out.

Blackjack 2, you are a source of frustration to me for multiple reasons. I learn each day the meaning of patience, but hope is always in my mind and on my lips. It is the wrong holiday, but I am thankful.
For that and so much more I am thankful. My car, contacts, phone, ipod, and my motivation have been broken in the past week. These unreliable items come and go. Without them I learn what truly matters to me. I keep staring at the stars late at night. Looking up into the mirror, I get jealous of the moon. Especially on rainy days.


Truman State verses the White Honda


i'm that kid who rarely comes
and when i do,
i sit in the back
its not because im scared to voice my opinion
or that i dont have one
its because i realize what this is.
nothing but a game of persistence
to push onward without thought
you get those grades because you are weak
because you can repeat what they want you to think
me?
i can't lie to myself like that

i learn from the time spent alone,
my legs and wheels take me to new places
to see new beauty that you have never seen before
nor will you ever see
you live inside your books and tv
studying long nights at pickler
while i spend long nights exploring the world around me
i second guess everything i hear
only believing in what i see
so judge me if you like,
because it does not bother me

what the . . ., youve gotta be kidding
have you read the words that these books are spitting
hell, have you even read your own
i'll give you a bone, you need one to be thrown
you need to reread your music
ask a friend to proofread before you use it
so here is my poetic toast
to all those poets with one stanza to boast
if infact its coming from your life and your lips
and you are not hiding behind rhyming words like a total lunar eclipse,
then thank you for your honesty
its helping with my first poetry slam anxiety

now i can stand up here
throwing down words
like your friends down a beer
but spitting and rhyming
giving you what you want to hear
thats not who i am
and im actually tired of this now
so im gonna go and hope you live a happy life somehow


Merry Christmas to all