1. publish collection of poetry
2. write a short story
3. publish short story somewhere
4. design website idea
5. apply and enroll in college again (try to begin this year,
6. maybe prepare for CLEP to test out of certain classes).
7. Prepare plans for next year, -chose roommate, area, and apply for jobs
8. Travel to Europe or Africa
1. publish collection of poetry
What about an old cowgirl?
who will love all her wrinkles now?
all the cowboys are still getting chased,
while she’s out still chasing the cows…
She’s doing all the dirty work
the grit, the hurt, the mornings before dawn,
but with all the pretty young faces,
who’s there to stay up and listen to her song???
What about the world explorer?
the one who did peace corps and has seen war?
what about that poet who gave her youth
searching for answers, to write the truth?
Who is going to see her travelled skin,
and love it for all the places it has been?
She’s the story they will all love to read,
but the guys still go for a prettier young thing.
What about the single mother who tries
to raise the daughter he left behind?
with a heart stronger than steel
and 80 hour shifts to pay the bill…
Who’s going to notice her strength?
What guy will go buy a brand new ring?
Oh they are such a foolish lot,
men never know the love nor heart they’ve got….
And what about every woman with silver hair?
what about the 35 year olds who are single out there?
what about us girls who have hearts of gold,
…all the guys only want someone less than 25 years old…
She wouldn’t have noticed you, i’m sure.
but she know’s exactly what she has in you,
because her interest was officially spurred
when she followed my eyes to you across the room.
and i’m laying naked in an empty bathtub,
drunk on tears, and hungover on regrets.
too exhausted to bother turning the water on,
to clean up and pretend like i forget…
So you want me to come and see you
end up with the girl of your ‘dreams’
sent me an email and told me if you had known,
long before her, it would have been me.
And I’m swept into moments i let pass,
when a kiss would have sufficed to say
all that my words weren’t when i’d just laugh
so happy to just spend the time with you every day.
and it’s my fault i let it all go by,
you thought we were friends, and decided it was fine.
i should be happy, even if you’re not mine…
maybe, i’m not your friend anymore this time.
i just feel like a stranger.
i just feel like a lost girl.
and she looks like a barbie
and im caught in barbie world.
i sit up, and let hot water steam all around.
clean up, do my hair, my make up all sweet,
guess, i’ll show up, and pretend that I
that I am okay, that i’m okay with everything…
i can’t believe it’s coming, it’s already here. within 72 hours, my first year of being a teacher will come to an end.
It’s 2:30 in the morning, and i need sleep more desperately than ever. And yet, I can’t stop my mind from buzzing all around. Is this what i want to do with my life? I’m passionate about it, but I’m a passionate person. Am I right for this?
What am I doing here? Here, on the other side of the globe, speaking a strange language every day, with friends I don’t intend on living near ever again once I leave. And I do plan on leaving… someday.
So how soon shall someday come? I don’t know. Maybe I’m just really bad at goodbyes. Maybe the time has already come. Or maybe not yet. Not yet.
i was enraptured by the pages of books
i desired an adventure greater than captain hook’s.
I wanted a story filled with monsters and dreams
so I filled my life with drama, travels, and flings…
and so i got what i had so long desired…
and after the heartbreaks, the losses, and fires…
after the journeys, the loves, excitements, and lonely roads,
The problem with such a long story, is you lose your home.