i can say these past 5-6 months i have written the least poetry than i have in any other time period within the last 9ish years. sad. random thoughts. this is the order: 2 more dress shirts; 3 ties; 3 socks; tie clips; gray slacks; sunglasses (last because summer is days away). i want glasses for seeing —> oldman glasses !!! by the end of next semester? maybe. flattered!
mr haven taught me that like animals, humans also have cycles of energy. normal people go through times of ups and downs - apathy and excitement (natural cycle of times of high energy and low energy). i think i just had a mini-recession - i am on the upswing. lately i’ve been getting weird. this is typically a good sign —> healthier physically, healthier mentally, healthier emotionally, hopefully spiritually.
i remember the sweet past, i spilt the milk in the car and was spanked. years later, i spilt it again, this time on white carpet. i was scared; my mom told me it was okay and helped me clean it. i remember i used to like girls when i was super super little, but i remember always thinking “none of them are as pretty as my mom” - height of <3 beauty <3 etc.
HAHAHAHAHAHHA — okay so i wrote this sentence after the poem. i started off with a poem that i actually kind of liked. and then at one point, i was like “dude i can TOTALLY destroy this poem right now.” so yes, what i end up with is a sappy love poem instead of a sweet reminiscing of the past. but it’s okay, because at least with this i will get a few laughs and giggles and “wow joe, you’re so lame” and stuff. it’s not like if i wrote the poem how i originally intended, it would have been any better. and for those of YOU wondering, especially after reading this poem, i am STRAIGHT. (if you read this - please go through my post and find the post on books, seriously NOBODY is responding and it makes me depressed…)
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every memory is a breath,
once taken soon forgotten;
rarely remembered but
i need
you told me,
“stay on the road”
and before,
“eyes on the road” —
directions are like accidents,
all crash
and responsibility but
i kept both eyes
straight, to you,
every memory was a breath,
but i only remembered
you.
