Ugh...

sleep eats away at my mind
As I try and calculate trig
No moment for ORlando
the dirty old man
wants me to think
and when I can't
he gives me a look like
You sped.

I rack my brain and
Mangage to beat out the other girl
Even though she got a full nights sleep

By CW I'm shaking
low blood sugar and no sleep
Not a good mixture.

Lunch sets me right!
To walk into a bathroom
Of strench fromt the bits of hell
And I worry about meeting my lunch
Again.

Ha Ha I published something today!

MySpace

My space rocks my socks,
Guys flirt with me like non stop,
Cause I flirt with them.

Ah hahaha I suck at those... Oh well.

Amanda Bynes rules,
And I'm practicaly bi cause,
Of my liking her.

Oh this is interesting...

Yesterday....

So my internet was being a butt yesterday so I couldn't post. Thats my day off for that week.

First Meetings

Upon first meeting you,
I knew it was going to be
Something special.

I knew you would easily
Capture my every shard of attention,
And hold me entrapped in you.

I knew,
Oh I knew,
But I didn't turn away.

Cause who could turn away
From something so interesting as
A man who would do so much
Great annihilation.

Body Language

I don't notice eyes.
Not really, atleast.
People say they're
The window to your soul
And they can be,
But the body tells so much more.

Not to mention,
That short people
Have to really stare up hard
To get a glimpse of a tall person's.
And when you stand real close,
Like I love to do,
You can't ever really
Get that good stare going.

So I get annoyed with friends,
When they ask me,
What color are his eyes?!
Cause if I like the guy.
I'm snuggled up close,
Not moving an inch away.
No matter if I can't see into his soul.
Cause I've got my window,
In is body.

Punching

I'm lonely,
No one remembers me,
They loose me
And don't use me.

I am such a useful tool
I don't take up much room
I'm not even that heavy.

But no one loves me
No one even likes me.
And why?

Because there's a bigger,
heavier,
one out.

So it can do more work,
Its also bulky,
And you don't ever
See any one caring around one them.

Its all because
I am only one hole.
Its three.
The world is so prejudice.

So I didn't know what to write about so I asked my teacher what she was thinking about and her awnser was "Where to get a one hole hole puncher." So I did it. I made a poem in the eyes of a hole puncher. I'm proud of myself cause I don't usually write like this.

Were what?

Pages turn
And I see an aray of creatures.
Big,
Small,
Ugly,
Beautiful.

But none
Are me.
Er, well none fit me.
They have human,
But those who know me
Wonder.

I'm not even one creature
Some bizzare cross
Of dog,
Horse,
And human.

Most of the human comes across
In looks.
I compare so closely,
No one can choose one or
The other.

Samples of my blood
Show nothing but,
The same question.
The only thing that will tell,
Is the next full moon.

Heaven

Two years older,
Tall,
Sexy,
Smart,
Funny,
Sweet,
Entertaining.

Whats not to love?

He works,
At a store I love,
And has good hours.

He can drive us both,
In his little car.
It might be a bit,
Beaterish
But it gets him from one place to another!

And he's just as perverted as me...
Which everyone knows,
Is absolutely amazing.

He even
Plays the guitar.
Whats hotter then a rocker?

One that's
Dark,
And savy,
Just like me.

I think I'm in heaven!!!!!

Full Out

Bouncing like a maniac,
Is not that much fun,
Especially,
When you have boobs.

It hurts.

I push a bit with my seat
And we're cantering off.
Its more freeing
Then anything in the world.

My body is completely and utterly
In rhythm with his.
We get to the over flow from the pound,
And I push him just the slightest,
My heart pounding,
I really didn't want to end up in it.

He crashes through
Like a movie poster.
Spray flies to hit every where
And drench his underbelly.

Now we're on the back stretch.
He knows it,
I know it,
He takes initiative.

That girl in Flicka
Didn't have a clue what she was doing.
Cause I'm galloping my horse in a dressage saddle
Not impeding him at all.

We hit the home stretch,
And there's nothing faster in the world.
He and I are one,
And I can't help but wonder,
Why wasn't he successful?

day off

I took my day off yesterday.

Cell Phone Hell

Cell phones need to die. Its a fact. They always give out when something is just getting interesting. It doesn't matter if you just had four bars, you now have zero. I also love the new trick mine learned recently. It turns itself onto silent. Mind you, silent has no vibrator. Silent is dead. Meeting has lights! Thats it... Cell phones save the world and then banish it to eternal loneliness.

Powerman 5000

This is an idea I have for a short story. I listened to powerman 5000's when worlds collide and got the lyrics and basically wrote down a sotry outline to go with it. It seems a bit Tim Burton Corpse Bride-ish, but oh well. Me writing a short story is amazing.


She dies and is confused. She has everything under control (obsessive). Worried that there is no life after death. She can’t get back to where every one else is basically she can’t wake up. He asks her if she’s got a brain left (maggot) because the life she had is gone she’s now dead. She wasn’t living her life fully before. Man decides he’s taking over and he is her guide to the underworld thus when worlds collide. Asking if she’s ready to go on a roller coaster. He has to wait for her to say she’s ready though so he’s asking her what she’s gonna do. It’s the end of all time because when you die time stops for you. He asks her what motivates her to be in such a furry all the time a need to not stop or a need to keep moving. They get in the cart and he goes with her but when they find people everyone of ten people but one will drop dead or fake half on one side half on the other. Decide which side is light and which is dark. Dark people one left, light all gone. (Symbolism of what you think is right isn’t always.) She can’t decide so he offers to guide her some more. They hand pick them one by one. When they’re done they have to continue on and he wants to know again what she’ll decide because no matter what he will go with her but she doesn’t have to follow him. He asks her what it really means them falling over? Those that are light do not always win out. Those that are dark are sometimes light. He’s taking over and this is what happens when worlds collide

She wakes and sees the world anew. She drops her religious fanaticism and slows down relaxing. She understands now. Life is for living and one day she would meet the man, death, again.

Unspoken Prayers

(Heres an idea for a new autobiographical novel/novela if I really cram it... I'm working on it slowly...)


First, it was the specialized shoes, I think to myself, pondering what was to be next. I sit in front of the mirror staring at my reflection. I usually would be standing, but my knee is hurting too bad for that. It was the right one this time. I look down at the god damned Tom Hillfigure shoes at the foot of my bed and can’t help but grumble at myself. The girl inside of me is still bouncing 'cause I went freaking shopping. The more reasonable tom boy is grumbling at the fact that I spent sixty freaking dollars on a pair of crumby shoes. I had promised myself at one point in time to never buy shoes for more then twenty dollars, other then riding boots cause every one knows if you tack a horse label onto something then it doubles in price. It’s stupid but true. I lace up the old, beaten pair of boots that I had to wear for the barn now. Even they hurt my knees but, it wasn’t as bad as my nice, zip-up Ariats. I hated lace-up boots they took forever and were annoying. Zips you just threw on and went. You didn’t even need to zip them up if you didn’t want to. Plus, if you did want to it was easy to zip them up while on horseback. I sighed and grabbed my keys and purse and start to holler to the dogs when, I heard my dad on the phone up stairs, talking to some one about us moving to Kentucky. I’m reminded of my Foundations of Technology, better known as F.O.T., homework and stop at the base of the stairs. Living in a split level house isn’t that bad if you’re trying to get fit because you can do stairs all day, but if your knees are bad it kinda makes you want to cry.

“You heading up to the farm?” My mother asks as she comes to top the stairs to talk to me, so I don’t have to come up all the way.

“Yea, could you ask Dad if he could work with me on my F.O.T. project tonight after I get back?” I asked, having realized that he’d probably be on the phone for a while.

“No, just wait. He might want to do it now.” I grumbled and after she repeated herself a few times, I come the rest of the way up the stairs and begin as my mom calls it ‘making out with my dog.’ I’m not its just she likes to bite and lick you, expecially in the face, and I just happen to bite and kiss her back. We’re really close my dog and I. She’s the first dog that was truly mine and she’s still a bit iffy. My mother gets up before me and feeds all the dogs and seeing how before a year ago, I couldn’t drive up to the farm by myself mom would take them all the time. Which, causes all the dogs to attach themselves to her, but that’s helped as well by the fact that she’s more comfortable around animals then her own children. Sad but, true.

So, I waited till my dad was off and asked him. He said yes and then after about an hour of me listening to him talk, I’m released to go draw up the plans for my project so detailed that a five year old could draw a picture from them. Mind you the pictures I was drawing were mostly for the other people in my group, which included two seniors. I was a junior and the other lovely addition to my burden was my sophomore friend. She was nice, but she didn’t exactly think, as it seemed most American’s didn’t. I know, I know so cynical at so young. Well, do you blame me?

What really sucks the most though is not being able to go up to the farm. I knew I should have gone up earlier instead of reading my book, but then the whole reason I want to go up to the farm is because of the book. It's another horse book. I say that like I’ve read millions. In actuality I’ve successfully finished one novel that doesn’t just mention horses. I read three quarters of a saddle club book, but that book was all about a girl and only had her ride a couple of times. I was rather disgusted. Other than that novel, I use to love the Blaze series. That short story series was awesome. I can also watch horse movies, but I just can’t stand horse books. They all are so fake and little pink ponyish. I almost get physically ill from reading them. So for the rest of the night I played games and worked on home work intermittedly, but never once touched the F.O.T. work I had to do.

First Post Ever!

I am doing a project for my creative writing class which is blog every day for 30 days as a professional writer would. I'll also be posting my at homes on here because it is part of the requirments....