Just Livin' life (v2)

"Every person exists, but only some truly live."

How will you live your one wild and precious life?

I myself, am awed by Life.

Not only humans, but all of creation.

I admire it,

But all too often ignore it.

I go through the motions too often,

I must break the cycle.

Even if I feel sad

Even if I feel pain,

I don’t want to go through life

without feeling and experiencing every moment.

I may not always understand the bad,

but it helps me appreciate the good.

I treasure every happy memory,

holding on to it with glee.

I try to enjoy life,

and every gift this Earth has to offer.

I love the life God has given me,

and so I try to give it back to Him.

I don’t succeed 100 percent of the time though.

Sometimes I care how others, not Him, think of me.

So many people, too many of us,

care about how others perceive us.

Because of this,

we waste so much of our precious little time.

The small amount of time we have,

we spend acting.

Acting in order to look

cooler, smarter, funnier.

Whatever it is we want to be,

We try to act that way

Shouldn’t we just stop acting,

and actually work towards becoming?

Becoming whatever it is you want to be,

Whoever it is you want to be.

What will I do with this one wild and precious life I have?

Just live it.

I won’t act.

I will be me.

I will appreciate who I am,

but always be working to better myself.

To be more Honest.

To be more Caring.

To be more Thankful.

To be more Real.

To be more myself.

To be more myself.

An original is always better than a copy, and

God doesn’t make junk.

And guess what.

God made you.

So what will you do with your one wild and precious life?

Will you act?

Or will you live?

Rewritten 29 Dec. 2011

My Favorite Teacher: The Final Edition

Another year has passed,

though not very fast.

Yet I'm hestitant to write this

'cause I know it'll be my last.

We share so many memories and laughs.

Whatever I'm goin' through,
I don't care what I do
as long as I'm with Dirks.
She's so understanding,
and never demanding.

But all this TA work...

She makes me grade,
I don't even get paid!
Yet I do it all with joy
and it's no decoy
'cause I'm just happy around her.
She makes my day every day
and there's no way I could ever delay
in thanking her today.
My admiration of her hasn't
changed through the years,
and I'd rather hang with her
than my immature peers.
But I hope I don't annoy
her with my constant presence,
since I am an adolescent.
I hope this poem shows her
what she does is appreciated,
even when our conversations are abbreviated.
And so I write this rap,
just to recap,
that she is still my Favorite Teacher.


16 Dec. 2012

My attempt at a Sestina

I walked down the hall

holding a book

and talking to my friend.

We talk of everything and nothing

What do words mean anyway?

Spending time is what matters.

And we do a lot of what matters.

At our house or in the hall,

cause I know, anyway,

as I've learned from reading this book

that life is too short to enjoy doing nothing.

And who better to do nothing with than a friend?

My Friend,

He matters.

But I don't want to do nothing

to further our friendship while in this hall.

So I show him my book

and he asks, "What's it called anyway?"

It's a Bible, I say, and anyway,

he loves to read, my friend.

So he takes the book

and says what does it matter?

The bell rings through the hall

and as he walks away I'm left to say nothing.

But I have to say something, not nothing,

I need my Bible back anyway,

so I run down the hall

to catch my friend.

A lot is what matters

I say. Your life will change when reading that book.

Really, he asks, my life can change just by reading a book?

Then he says nothing

dumbfounded as I nod, showing him he matters.

How could he not understand anyway?

He had seen a change in me, his friend.

We continued, though late for class, down the hall.

Anyway,

he began to understand, my friend,

as we finally left the hall.

13 Jan. 2012

I Remember

I Remember

the days gone by,

I Remember

askin' why.

I Remember the days

of simplicity, when

all was clear and without gray.

I Remember havin' a fight,

but makin' up overnight.

I Remember

knowing no shame

nor caring about fame.

I Remember

I once was myself

no money, no wealth

to taint my mind

or make me blind.

I Remember

being a child

not too wild

but neither mild.

I Remember

the events of school

full of verbal duels

Everyone trying to be the best

and show off the rest.

I Remember

wondering where

did the days of care

go?

I don't remember that.

20 Jan. 2012

What God Intended

Arm wrapped tight around

this living, breathing masterpiece,

her eyes looked out

over this treasure she held.

Her eyes full of thought,

thinking and searching as

they gazed to the unseen.

But it was obvious

her head and heart

were totally focused on this younger life.

Holding her, Protecting her, and Loving her,

a strange peace upon both their faces.

Observing this moment of godly beauty,

I could only watch and smile,

while a part of me longed

to be the one held.

12 Jan. 2012

Many Rhymes, Little Time

Freakin' out in front of Frau

hopin' for a miracle somehow.

So much to do so little time,

will I ever find a rhyme?

I want to flaunt good grades,

but work is daunting when I'm sicker than a maid.

So I hope for the best

and go along with the rest,

thinkin' this will beat the test.

Though this poem is rough,

I hope the rhymes are enough

to impress Hogan my teacher

so I won't be treated like Kreacher.

12 Jan 2012