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They Are Only Chasing Safety.
For some reason I just read this poem I wrote a long time ago, and I actually felt it was something I wrote with some intention, I usually just write out of emotion and this one was but more of thought, you may not see how much this took to write but today I realized this is something I wrote with more future on my mind.
MY BIRD CAN FLY
I saw a bird today,
It reminded me of you.
It said what I wish I could say.
It reminded me of you.
I saw a shooting star,
I could only wish for you.
I saw it as I sat in my car,
And I wished for you.
This second part was part of the college essay I wrote for my applications, it is the opening three paragraphs, I just re-read the essay, and for once I actually liked an essay I wrote. I feel I am aterrible essayist (writer of essays) but this one is something I will cherish forever.
Letter to the Girl Who Inspired This Boy
“A girl arose that had red mournful lips, and seemed the greatness of the world in tears.”
W.B Yeats. “The Sorrow of Love”
Drip, drop. Tears of anxiety begin to well up in my eyes because of my nightly escapade of over-thinking. My tears land on my pillow, land on my sheets and are wiped from my eyes from a blanket my mother made when I was little. I sleep with my comforter, even though I am sweating in between my sheets. I cannot sleep without my comforter; I need to feel the security that it provides because of its weight upon my body. The fan is blowing cool air across my face to keep me somewhat cool.
The tears that I cry are the result of the thought that I am losing someone who had influenced me and has been the greatest friend to me for over five years. From her I get inspiration for writing, desire to succeed, and realization of life’s difficulties, more so she taught me that even in America people have to hold on to every penny they have got.
She has a smile that buckles my knees and sends a shiver up my spine. Her short brown hair resting just above her shoulders or up in a ponytail, is so smooth and is worthy of a hair ad in some fashion magazine. Her brown eyes are something to stare at, but there is more to her than what she looks like.
I have lots to read but it is terrible, I do not want to read some reveron's wife who was captured by indians. The idea is good but the idea is good, the writing from the 17th century is just terrible. The language is not for me. I can respect the writing, but not like it and enjoy the read.