Jealousy

Normally, when it comes to poetry, I'm not a huge fan. I've never really enjoyed reading it and didn't really understand why poets thought they had to be so deep that it ended up not making sense. Anyway, maybe that's just me. However, in reading out of the poetry packet from class, there is one poem I read that I guess you could say makes me "jealous". And that is the poem Sick by Shel Silverstein. I love how it rhymes and seems to all flow together. I think alot of times we try and be funny in our writing that we just end up looking stupid. But he managed to say what he wanted to say in a simple, funny way without sounding cheesy. One reason why I think this poem is so humorous is because it is really true. There is not one person that can say that they haven't faked sick on at least one occasion. I know I have! And in the end, when the child being written about realizes it's Saturday, they are suddenly all better, and healthy enough to go out and play! I just wish I could be clever and quick with my words and lines like Shel Silverstein is in this particular poem, Sick.

the best feelings in the world...

Sleeping in late, having no homework, being liked/loved back, hugs that last for more than a minute, first swim of the summer, a smile from that special someone, laughing till your stomach hurts, getting unexpected gifts, not remembering when you last cried, getting an A on a test you didn't study for, when he texts you first, looking at pictures from when you were little, living up to someones expectations, when someone tells you they never wanted to loose you, knowing you are loved, being called beautiful, finding those jeans that fit perfectly, finally eating the food you were craving, waking up & realizing you have hours to sleep, making a stranger smile, eating seedless grapes, freshly vacuumed carpet, putting on sweatpants after wearing jeans all day, when little kids draw you pictures, making new friends, being told someone is okay, when someone tells you that you smell nice, winning an argument, proving a smart person wrong, listening to your favorite song, receiving hand-written letters, falling asleep to the rain, finishing an essay, when people laugh at your jokes, smiling, getting a friendship bracelet, finding out the name of the song that's been stuck on your head, packing for a vacation, perfectly peeling off the price sticker, realizing it's Friday, knowing you will be okay.

Complaints

I' m tired. I'm tired of school. High School. I'm tired of homework. Annoying teachers. I'm tired of waking up at 5:45 each freaking morning for early morning class. I'm tired of seeing the same stuck up people everyday. I'm tired of cleaning my room. I'm tired of you not texting me back. I'm tired of lying to you. I'm tired of borrowing money. Of not having money. I'm tired of waiting for my laptop cord to come in the mail. I'm tired of feeling out of shape. I'm tired of being treated like a child. I'm tired of hearing all of your drama. I'm tired of things never working out. I'm tired of winter. I'm tired of being in Utah. I'm tired of getting ready in the morning. I'm tired of responsibility. I'm tired of people walking so freaking slow in the hall ways. I'm tired of people thinking life is a competition. I'm tired of hearing you say the same exact thing everyday. I'm tired of the majority. of the minority. I'm tired of being tired of so many things.

What Love Is...

Love is giving up something good for something better. Love is unconditional. Love is staying up all night just to listen to your voice. Love is selflessness. Love is getting up every morning at six o'clock to make sure your daughter gets breakfast. Love is real, when you can fall in love with someone without even seeing their face. Love is carrying your son across the finish line. Love is hearing your child say their first word, taking their first steps. Love is giving back to the people who got you where you are today. Love is seeing your brother recieve his one year sibrority chip, and the accomplished look on his face. Love is working long nights so your kids can enjoy the simple joys of life. Love is the look on her parents face when she walks down the aisle. Love is stronger in times of absence. Love is giving up your dreams so someone else can reach theirs. Love? Well, it's all we've got...