I am poems

My real name is Cody
Yesterday, my name was slave of sleep
Tomorrow my name will be tiring morning with a side of scorn
Secretly I know my name is friendly spirit
My name once was turtle wrangler


I feel my name should be restless square
Now, my name is earsplitting speaker
I will one day be exhausted guardian
In my dream I was flying pillow
I am me

Picture I Like

Pictures

Image #1: This picture seems like a symbol. It shows train tracks leading around a curve. you can't see where the curve is going. It makes me think of my future. I don't know where I'm going in the future. It's mysterious. I could go the way I plan, or like a broken track, I could veer off of my course into something completely unplanned. It could be something disastorous or maybe It can be good. I believe that everything happens for a reason, and this would be no exception. like the train waiting to crawl around the mysterious curve, I am eager to see whats in store. It will be better than what's happening right now. I enjoy high school, but I want to see what the world is really like. Not just from Marine City, but the real world. I am ready to move on down the tracks of life into a different direction.



Image #4: The tree is standing alone, by itself, in the middle of a field. The tree makes me think of myself at times when i feel alone. I feel like theres nobody who understands me, and what I feel. This tree is very unique looking, and different. Often times, the people who are lonely, are the most unique people. They have stories that have never been shared with others. Sometimes I feel unique, or i have a good idea. But nobody seems to listen or care. The tree in this picture is different looking, but in a good way.

Freewrite

13. The closest I've ever felt to God was at lake ann camp in Traverse City. Spending time with everyone else who is a Christian is an awesome experience. You all only have one opinion. Nobody wants to debate or refute christianity. It's a place where you feel like you belong. Everyone is nice, and loving. Even though I only spent a week there, it felt like a lifetime. I grew closer to some people in a week than some of my friends here who I've known since elementary school. It was one of the best weeks of my life.

I remember the time I spent with friends in middle school. I remember being at recess playing football. I remember the time my dad spent at work, always being gone for weeks at a time. I remember always having a babysitter. My mom worked night shifts and slept in the day and my dad was a truck driver going back and forth from california every week. I remember Halloween when i was a kid. It was awesome. I would go to school and eat candy and walk around in my halloween costume. I miss the simplicity of being a kid. I didn't have to worry about school, friends, college, having money, or anything harmful. I just lived for the moment. I wish i could go back to that state of mind.

Comment to Dominique

Really good use of words dude. I like the line:
"Forever lasting oak tree with bark telling a centuries old tale."
It's really descriptive and makes you think about the past.
In the words of Borat: Very Nice!

Full Moon Me

Full Moon Me

I am a shiny diamond that reflects all light
I am the haze of yellow headlights on a back road
I am a flake of gold in a dark gray river bed
I am the oasis in a never ending desert
I am the last marshmallow in a box of Lucky Charms
I am the first ray of light on a crisp summer morning
But at other times I am a bolt of lightning in spring
I am the ashes left after a forest fire
I am the light straying from the moon in the sky
I am the shadow casting down the hall
I am the refreshing mist from ocean
I am the one white cloud on a sunny day

Poem that describes me.

I hear the buzzer but don't want to wake.
Just a few minutes more of sleep I will take.

But it doesn't relent - instead, drives me crazy.
When I get to my feet, it feels kind of hazy.

I'm so tired - I could cry with frustration
And I hate my alarm clock - no hesitation.

It dictates my life, won't let me live in peace.
It cries in the morning, "Get up with the geese."

"I hate it, I hate it." Let me state it again.
"I hate my alarm clock, in sunshine and rain."

But obey it I must or I'll bear the cost:
I'll be late for work and look bad to my boss.

I'll miss the plans for the day I had made.
I'll feel stressed and my joy will soon fade.

I'll miss the flight home that I was to take.
I'll feel disappointed that I didn't wake.

So...
I deal with my alarm clock at arm's length-
It's cry in the morning, filled with strength.

Truly, I hate when it tries to wake me
But, with no alarm clock, where would I be?

Asleep in bed while life passes me by,
No commitments to speak of. I think I'd die.




I really like this poem because it describes me completely. Every morning I dread waking up from an annoying beeps. I have made it slightly more pleasant by using my ipod, but it still kind of sucks. Is it sad to say that the most exciting part of my day is when i wake up about an hour earlier than my alarm clock and smile because I get to sleep more before being dreadfully awakened by the glowing beast. In the poem, it talks about hitting the Snooze button. I must hit the snooze button about 20 times before I have to get up. So as you can see dear reader, I can connect with this poem.

So lately, life in the shoes of myself has been alright. I've been working every weekend since 10th grade. I haven't had any big issues lately except for college. I haven't applied to any yet and the deadline is coming. I'm a very big procrastinator. I need to work on it. But that's really the only thing in my life right now that needs to be worked on.

Things have been quiet. Schools been easy. I enjoy my new schedule. I'm excited to graduate. I need to get more sleep. I always go to bed really late and wake up early. It sucks but thats alright.