A small girl with a big mind. Writer at the core, so many other things on top. College girl trying to make it. Curiously exploring all things concerning poetry, love, writing, colleging, growing up, hair, and media. For now. As always, ask about me.
Friday, December 25
Monday, December 21
Tuesday, December 8
Finals Prayer
I don't know why you're doing what you're doing to me or my life right now. As always, I really want to know, but I know how good you are at keeping your plans a secret from me. I just want to say, so that it's heard, that I am breaking right now. I keep trying to believe I'm not weak and to trust that it is you in others tell me I'm supposed to be here, but I really don't know if this is for me. If this was last semester, my prayer would have only been to end this, any type of way possible. However, now I want to get through this, but I want to get through it well, with a not-so-bad outcome. But it looks so bad right now....please help.
Still trusting you, but trying to play my part.
Your child,
♥ Shay
Sunday, December 6
As Promised, A Poem
I used to think these poems were about you
And you still do, don't you?
Even when it’s you, these are still my feelings
It just needs to be known that iFeel
Still,
Not being able to get over you is embarrassing.
like spinach in your teeth
shower singing on live TV
like tripping UP the stairs
multiple times, no alcohol
like needing the ingredient list to Mac and cheese
Some things should be obvious and easily avoided but you
You linger.
like smoke in fabric
Newport’s in my sheets bugging me out of my sleep
like dust in the air
you linger like a hangover the next morning
or the squealing ring from last night's loud music
like people with nowhere else to be
all proof of When Pleasure takes a Sharp Left and becomes A Pain in the Ass...
also: like wallets of me and you from semi's and formals
like that teddy bear you gave me that my mom refuses to throw away
or all those poems I wrote when you weren't my pain in the ass
Damn, I wish you'd go away
like I wish away pimples
like I wish I wasn't a girl every 21-23 days
like I wish away st. louis rains and winds, bad little cousins,
nightmares, and headaches
like I wish away being broke, like I wish away my fear of trusting again,
like I wish away those damn papers I should be writing right now
These clichés are for a cliché topic you
as you were (oops) as you are
all talk not many actions
declarations of love acts of selfishness
all get no give
Still, you charming, better than subpar but far from being worthwhile
I be damned if we don't love the classics.
And the classics die hard:
you will be back again
before bell-bottoms return
before people stop praising all-things-Beyonce
before another dumb ass tries to single-handedly take over Russia
and you'll try to inch and squirm back to where you used to be
and be 'just friends' until you think I'm your only option left
honestly, a twinge of me guiltily enjoys you
like a second piece of cake
like reading somebody else's diary
like knowing the words to a Miley Cyrus or Gucci Mane song
(but just a little, so don't get crazy or all caught up in your emotions)
I'm just saying the dumb shit you do tickles me!
Typical like clichés everywhere I turn
and as annoying as you are, I can't get you
or these damn clichés
far away from me
Guess I just gotta suck it up and find a way to live with you
like bad ass drivers
like dumb smart people
like paying taxes
like my momma
like criminals
like red lipstick on cheeks left by old church ladies
like ParkMudd ice cream stealers
LIKE SMART DUMB PEOPLE
and etc.