I know I have not written on this blog in the longest! I wish I have because of all the things that have been going on. There have been so many changes that I can't believe that they're even happening. So many new books, artists I've discovered, and new people in my life. Junior year has brought on many new surprises. And like any hopeless romantic I have found myself writing hoping to come up w/ a sweet poem for a sweet guy, but of course that hasn't happened. What has happened is new awesome poetry and short stories! So this is what this post is for :)
I have a couple of poems I would like to share and even though I'll probably get very few readers, I hope that those who do read this will enjoy what they see! I've recently been hearing a lot of Slam or Spoken Poetry and some good advice I've gotten is to write about being your age. The first poem may sound a bit cheesy or simple, but that's basically where I am at the moment. I think I used a few creative techniques so I hope you like them. So here it goes:
If I had a Choice
I would cut my hair short.
It would be filled with layers
So I could easily run my fingers through it.
I would dye it almost black,
But enough so the blue streaks
Could be noticeable.
It's practically impossible, though.
My mother's genetics don't allow it.
What with all the knots and curls
That my fingers find themselves trapped.
If I had a choice
These teeth would be put out of pain
From all the wires and rubber-bands.
I would be able to eat an apple
Sweetly sinking into my teeth
Without a knife needing to go through it.
But beauty is pain and
Who doesn't want to be beautiful?
If I had a choice
My left ear would have rings
Like the way Saturn has jewels.
Each ring or diamond retelling
What gorgeous things I've heard
And even the bad things
Because every sound in my life
Comes from something special.
Piercings wouldn't happen either.
I heard that if you leave one out
For even just a few hours, it'll close up.
I wouldn't want my money to go to waste.
If I had a choice
My skin would be traced with ink.
My veins mapped out with words
That will let me say something wise,
Even when I am speechless.
I will always have words
When I have no one else.
I'm pretty sure that wouldn't happen either
Because some spots seem to painful
To have a needle tickle.
If I had a choice
I would try to do some of these things.
But now I give myself excuses
Because it sounds better than telling people,
"Yeah, my mom said no."
This second poem is a follow up of another one I wrote last year. I'm not sure if I posted it on this blog or on my creative writing class blog, but if I did well I hope it's still good. It's about beauty and how children might see it in these days. The poem is written in two parts, but is titled (as a whole) "Meet Lucy":
PART 1: See Lucy See
Snap, snap
Hold that pose.
Flash, flash
Look fierce.
Chin down.
Snap, snap
Flash, flash
DONE!
Click, click
Stretch lips
Make cheek bones higher
Extend length of neck
Eliminate all acne flaws
Suck in cheeks
Click, click
SAVE!
Printing...
Post.
"Mommy! I wanna look just like her!"
Worry...
PART 2: Hear Lucy Say
I am the seven year old
Who can only look up
At perfect faces
Hoping one day I'll look
Something close to that.
The tall high school girls
I pass by every morning
Use these color things
That make their eyes look
BAM!
And then a red crayon
That even mommy uses
To make their lips prettier.
Prettier.
That's what I want to be!
I look at Sarah, my big sis,
And the way she looks at herself
In the mirror.
She always complains,
"I wish I had a better nose."
"I hate my thighs."
"I wish my eyes were wider."
"I hate this tummy."
Some how she looks okay
The way she looks
But not like the magazines.
Maybe it'll help if I say that.
I stand in front of the mirror.
I "wish" for something pretty,
And "hate" everything I see.
(Sorry that it's all gray in the background!)
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| San Salvador, El Salvador |
That's all I have for now, but I hope you like what you read! I'll try to write more often, but sadly no promises :( The picture on the left btw is from the trip I made to El Salvador this past summer! Had a lot of fun and got to connect w/ a lot of family. I was so thankful that I was able to hang out w/ my cousin Rudy who sadly passed away a month after we came back home. Te quiero Rudy y siempre estaras en nuestros recuerdos.
Salud,
Leslie <3
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