Jan 26, 2010 22:43
Today I was working/accompany my friend to PoJazz (where people come up and read poems while live Jazz music is being played, quite interesting), and so I decided to come up with sometehing. I'm never one for poems, but I tried anyway:
Daily Routine
So I wake up in the morning, to the annoying techno ringtone on my cell
rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
I walk into the bathroom, take a piss and as I wash my hands I look in the mirror.
Ugly. As usual.
You see I'm not a typical girl, one who,
feels it only once in a while, no.
This girl feels it all the time never
a shear spec of beauty this girls has felt.
Whatever, so I go through my day, classes, work, more work
speed wrench and leatherman in my pockets.
I avoid the obvious and mask my feelings as I
interact with the cause of a lot of this ugliness I feel.
Yeah, it's been a year, but
it feels like Day 1.
Always Day 1.
I go on with my day, meals, rehearsal, putting on that mask of
positivity, being happy
little do people know of the inner ugly inside
this not-so-typical girl.
I get ready for bed afetr a long day
shower, emptying bowels, brusing teeth, the same ol'shit.
As I put my damp head on the towel-covered pillow,
hugging the stuffed monkey of this not-so-typical girl,
I dream of if thinggs were typical, maybe,
nipping this problem, this cause in the bud, taking a
chance at getting rid of the ugly inside this
not-so-typical girl.
I feel my heart pounding when he
gets closer. I can feel the butterflies in my stomach as he t
ucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, his hand lingering more than it should.
I feel the anticipation of this explosion of emotions that will be, the feeling of
his breath on my lips, I can almost taste his tounge, smell the
Axe-like cologne. I hold my breath...
I hear the annoying techno ringtone from my cell,
nagging me to wake up and get started.
As I take my piss and wash my hands looking at the mirror,
I still feel ugly, but I also think:
Today may be the day it all changes.
I hope you liked it.