Hi folks,

Tons of stuff going on; and I don't really have time for fruitful creativity nowadays(I know, I know, pitiful.). I have been giving my Advanced Writing teacher papers with SAT words written on them for my weekly writings, so I don't really have any new good stuff. I do, however, want to keep this blog alive. Below is another old poem, I hope you like it. I'll be back with more creative stuff, more fun, more teenage pondering on the meaning of life(and more brackets)soon.

(Ah, the last line needs clarification: I wrote this poem around the time I played God (yeah, the one.)in a theater production at school.)

Some Blabbering Around About the Almighty HEADACHE

1

You are the pulse
of my head of bold iron
The pain, the suffering
of my endurance of glass.

2

You are the mighty storm
The gaze of Odin, harsh
In your dealings with me
frequently beheading my inner self.

3

You’re dizziness of functions,
And the dance of French verbs,
the womb’s fear,
the muscle’s death.

4

Never before someone
Had hugged me so tight


5

You’re my own eyebrows
piercing the skull
eating off the brain
drinking up the blood.

6

You’re the weight and price
Of a billion spotlights
The disgraceful smile
Of a teenager who “gods”.