My Favorite Things

Waking up and seeing I still have time to sleep in.
   Wrapping up in a big blanket on a cold day.
      Yellow.
Going boating with my family.
   Laughing so hard I cry.
      Chilis.
Getting a text that makes me smile.
   Watching chick flicks all day.
      Hot Chocolate.
Finally having it warm enough to wear shorts.
   How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.
      Summer.
Blasting music in the car, with the windows down.
   Finding money in the pocket of my jeans.
       Playing volleyball at the park.
Finding out the shirt i've wanted is finally on sale.
   Getting hugged from behind.
      Rain.
A text from someone i've been missing.
   4th of July.
      Turtles.
Ryan Reynolds
   Kate Hudson.
      Fridays.
Jumping in freshly dryed laundry.
   Driving around, just talking.
      Sliding Rock.
Walking passed someone that smells good.
   Finally finishing a good book.
      Cuddling.
Seeing smart cars driving down the road.
   Playing with my nephew.
      Sleeping.
  
  
To be continued...
 

P.S. I'm Jealous

I know ya probably think I chose this poem 'cause it's way short, but I actually really like it.

P.S. -Jewel

I think that is completely true.  I don't know how this qualifies as a poem or anything, or how anything really qualifies as one, but I really like this one. 
I think the best poems are the honest ones, 'cause I think more people [myself] can relate to it.  So a poem about the type of poems I like, is good.  Because it is honest!

Stolen Lines...

Now and then I think of when we were together.

Look for the girl with the broken smile.
Dealing with a heart that I didn't break.
   Tell her “I apologize, it happened over time.”

   “Life makes love look hard.”

   “We'll change the pace and we'll just go slow.”

   “How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?”

   “This is real, so take a chance.
Let me put something in your life.”

All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow.

   “I want you to know, you're far from the usual.”

It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny.

   “You and the music were the only things that I commit to.
You wear white and I'll wear out the words I love you.”

We have so much to feel good about.
Now and then I think of when we were together.

Sleep...

Why can't I sleep?

I feel like I have relatively busy days,

full of school, and work, and chores, and sports.

I feel like I should be tired.

Sometimes I just want to dream.

Fall asleep so I can dream some crazy dream.

The kind I wake up hoping is real.

The kind I wish I could fall back asleep to finish.

I have dreams.

I day dreams like crazy.

Why can't I sleep?

I dream in the day.

When I look at people I look up to.

When I see someone I aspire to be like.

My mind goes 100 miles an hour.

I feel exhausted dreaming of ways to accomplish what I want.

Why can't I sleep?

My dreams at night might be crazier than when I'm awake.

But in the end...

When I wake up...

I know I can't do anything about my sleep dreams.

No matter how real they feel or how real I want them.

I can only make my day dreams become real.

Become mine.

 

I guess I don't mind that I can't sleep.

Gotta Love Boys...

My baby, he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway

And maybe he don't dress fine
But i don't really mind
'cuz every time he pulls me near
I just wanna cheer:

(chorus)

Let's hear it for the boy
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my loving one man show
Let's hear it for the boy!

My baby may not be rich
He's waching every dime
But he loves me loves me loves me
And we always have a real good time

And maybe he sings off key
That's all right by me
But what he does, he does so well
Makes me wanna yell:

(chorus)

whoa whoa ohh ohh ohh
lets hear it for the boy......

by Deniece Williams

COURAGE

When I think of courage I think of the kids that have the confidence to say I don't know. Many people act like they know everything. They act like the are one thing, but in reality, they aren't really sure if they are that one thing. I see those in the hallways around me with fake smiles, fake swaggers, and fake dreams. Where are all the people of courage? 

Why is everyone always looking to fit in somewhere instead of standing out? 

I know I don't have the courage that I'm talking about. I find myself telling people I hate, I love them. and people I love, I hate them. 

I'm not someone of courage.

I've thought a lot about of what it takes to become someone of courage.  It takes a lot of hard honesty. Saying what you mean and what is true rather than trying to impress people.  In an honest and open way. Let's all be people of courage and start saying what we mean and being what we REALLY are. 

I'm Stuck

Stuck in a world where everything has gone wrong.
Nothing is going my way anymore
New twists and turns have been made on that road I thought I had in control
Nothing is the same
Friends and family say that they notice a change in me
What change? I cannot say
Whatever happened to everyone rooting and cheering me on?
Now everyone has turned around and talked about me saying mean stuff
Now I’m desperately searching for a way out of this world.
But the thing is I end running in circles
I had the map of a perfect world.
But someone stole it now
I want my life back and my map too.
But I can’t get it back now...

by Nicole Reynoso