WELCOME

..and here are a few things to keep in mind:

This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.

Enjoy...

[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]


“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson


Monday, September 26, 2005

Who Am I?

I am a confused young lady
who feels she does not know much about herself
but sees she is changing.

I am a computer addict
who is online whenever possible
and often puts it in front of other responsibilities.

I am a lover of music
who enjoys Enya, Black Sabbath, and Nelly
but can not carry a tune in her own head.

I am a writer less than I would like
who was ecstatic when published
and hoping for more chances of the same.

I am an independent teenager
who can take care of everything herself
but is still dependent on her parents.

I am a college bound student
who is a successful slacker
and yet is passing all her classes.

I am a drama nerd
who is involved in every school production
but is afraid of the stage (and herself).

I am just a geeky little girl
who looks at herself, questioning, wondering,
and can not quite tell who she should be.

I am a soccer player
who loves the game over many things
but would rather do anything than practice.

I am a bare foot babe
who hates shoes
and loves climbing trees.

I am an outsider, and probably always will be
who has many acquaintances
but very few friends.

I am a student of life
who wants to experience things hands on
and occasionally gets herself in too deep.

I am a rebellious spirit
who wants to go against everything
but rarely does.

I am a small child at heart
who wants to stick her finger in the peanut butter
and eat the cookie dough.

I am an untrusting individual
who resents anyone who tries to help
but wants one person who understands.

I am a lover of words
who yearns to expound upon my vocabulary
and yet cannot spell elementary words.

I am an ear full of piercings
who tastefully wants more
but must wait till the time is right.

I am a canvas made of skin
who paints its portraits with clothing
and accessories of all genres.

I am a hunter
who has yet to get her first deer
but is still determined.

I am an indecisive homo sapien
who is unsure how to classify herself
and is not sure she fits anywhere.

I am a Christian
who is not always sure how she feels
but knows her faith non-the-less.

I am an only child
who has three sisters
and one living brother.

I am a night owl
who will stay up till all hours of the morning
but do not wake me once I am sleeping.

I am a beautiful young lady
who is a myriad of things
and continues to improve on herself.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Diverse

Who am I?
I hang around with
the kids who wear black
and some who are.

Sunday, July 31, 2005

Too Many Glass Bottles

I want to write (don't I always)
what do I feel strongly about right now?
alcohol (esp smirnoff ((esp triple black)) )
and jacob
but not together

I talked to one while on the other
and since I haven't seen jacob in 2 weeks
and don't make it a habit to talk to glass bottles
...(yes plastic is different)
I'm sure you can figure out which way that went.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Him, Him, Him

I need to pacify him
I hate to hate him
I won't be alone with him

I'm afraid of him
I'm fearful of him
What if I killed him?

Friday, June 24, 2005

Distracted by You

I am distracted by you
By the thought of what could be
I don't even know who you are
Just who I hope you could be.

Reaching Out

I'm reaching out
grabbing for the closest hand

will it be yours
that pulls me to my feet?

I'm wanting someone,
something

is it you?
is it this?

I know what I'm hoping for
but is it really what I want?

Thursday, June 16, 2005

Melodies

I wish I could put in words
The melodies I hear inside.

If only there was a way
to express the music I hear

I could have beautiful
words.
Flowing
lines.
Graceful
notes.

Up, Down, Half-step
One after another,
Perfect succession.

If only there was a way to express the music I hear
inside of me.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Stupid Love Poems

I don't want to feel this way
even if it's
just so
I'll
stop writing
these
stupid love poems

Monday, June 13, 2005

*intermission from poetry*

I have another blog now, which I will use for non poetry related things.
Check it out:

Ramblings of an Insomniac

Friday, June 10, 2005

Did I Miss Something

You haven't called.
You haven't text.
Did I miss something?
Is it over?
Was it ever really started?

You came on to me.
You talked to me.
You called me.
"Can I take you out some time?"

If the offer still stands,
Bring it on.
If you've changed your mind
Then let me know.

I know there is an age difference,
But I'm almost over that now.
Give a woman long enough
And she'll rationalize anything.

So if you're still interested,
Bring it on.
But if not
Then, at least let me know.