Wednesday, September 15, 2010

coffee shop dreams.



i thought i would have to wait forever for something to come along that was going to make me as happy as i have ever been. but, it seems that my ship has already come in and it's begging me to board. you see, love is something i found to be a long lost ideal, abandoned, able to leave easily.

but, believing in it was ultimately the best decision i have made so far in my life. it has made my heart feel like it's been soaring. every time i look at scooter, it beats faster and faster and my stomach gets butterflies. and the butterflies are becoming more and more frequent. i'm not used to this feeling, but it's incredible.

plus, my haircut is making me feel like a whole new person. i feel like that girl that you meet in a coffee shop, who dreams of one day making it big. i feel like that girl who is breaming with confidence and it's overwhelming to everyone around her. god, why didn't i go to short hair sooner? i've been hiding so much behind my lengths that i never realized how truly wonderful and free i could feel!

and yet, the house is still awkward to me. i still need to bust out of these oppressive walls. scooter wants me to go out into the wild like he did quite some time ago. he has resolved to coming with me, but without school or work, what am i to do all day while trekking around? it makes no sense. so i don't think that it's going to happen quite like that. i'll just wait for my apartment, thanks.


when i was a child,
i was taught many things.
dress like a lady,
act like a lady,
talk like a lady,
and follow your dreams.

when you were a child,
you were taught many things.
be tough, little boy.
be strong, little boy.
don't cry, little boy.
but follow your dreams.

and here on the twists and turns,
of a path that seemed so long,
i ran into you.
we were raised to believe,
that our dreams would be reached,
but reality was too hard to skew.

we abandoned ideals,
which seemed unconsequential at first.
reaching hard and long,
for something to quench our thirst.

a lust for adventure,
an ever roaming eye.
what you say is impressive,
what i give will not die.

don't let me push.
don't let me stray.
this is my dream.
keep it this way.

i won't let you fall.
i won't let you down.
you're mine forever.
because my dream i've found.


i love making up poetry on the spot like that.

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