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I wrote a poem a while back.
It was an adaption of one of my favourite poems.
But I've changed since I last wrote it, so I thought I would write it again.
The things that are still true will remain unaltered.
<i>(this poem modelled after Eleanpr Waits work "Ellie: An Inventory of Being" wink </i>
I am Beccy
I am seventeen years old.
I'm short and I know it. But I like my height. I'm okay with never being taller than both my parents.
I can barely see without my glasses, but I know people who are legally blind, so I won't complain.
My hair is dyed. I've always wanted to be a redhead, but I'll never dye it orange.
I go to school, because my friends are there.
As much as I gripe about it, I genuinely enjoy most of my classes.
I have two sets of opinions, the set that's true and the set I tell my parents.
I'm almost always happy, to the point where I want to be sad so I remember what it's like.
But then sometimes I'm sad and I don't feel justified to be that way.
I love the smell of the ocean, but fresh water smells funny.
I don't have a stereotype. Or maybe I do, but whatever it is I'm not aware of it anymore.
I love KD and ramen, but they both have the nutritional content of cardboard.
I love cozy rooms filled with books and candles and beanbag chairs.
People keep telling me the world is my oyster, but I really hate shellfish.
Someday I want to spend the rest of my life with someone. I don't who he is yet.
I don't know if I'd ever want to have his children.
I'm optimistic, but sometimes life makes me negative.
As I get older I get more negative. I guess that's why old people get mean.
I've always been a firm believer in true love, I hope to stay that way.
I am in love. I really hope life won't get in the way of that.
I'd like to be my own boss, but I don't think that's a good idea.
I'm the reigning queen of procrastintation.
I think chocolate is over-rated.
I'm a compulsive-spender, especially in bookstores.
I think all people are essentially good.
But sometimes I genuinely want to do bad things.
Is it our deeds or our intentions that make us bad?
I'll go barefoot at every possible oppurtunity.
I love eyeliner, mascara and nailpolish. I don't use foundation, cover-up or lip gloss.
I think cats are the best pets, I'd be sad if my dog died. Even if he is ADHD incarnate.
I'm a non-conformist, but by doing so I'm conforming.
I live for walks at 2am and stargazing from my rooftop.
I only do well if I care about what I'm trying to do well at.
I can't pick a season to be my favourite.
I don't think I believe in God. I'm afraid to tell my mother. I'm glad my father understands.
Even if he does believe that I'm just going through a phase.
I'm always falling over, but I get to see the world from more angles that way.
I know I'm not ugly, except I've not run into many people who are.
I used to hang out with just guys, probably because they werren't scared of dirt and frogs.
Then the world got confusing.
I've stopped caring about what other people think about what I listen to.
It's all music.
My boyfriend likes being able to say he's dating an older women.
I'm ecsatic just being able to say I'm dating him.
It's been over a year.
Most of my actual idols are dead, it makes me kind of sad that I can't find too many live ones.
I think too much and don't compliment enough.
I want to get married in Scotland.
But not for awhile.
I'm an art student, I'll probably end up moving to B.C.
I'll never know anything, but I've recently come to terms with that.
Everyone needs some wonder in their lives.
I'm thankful for friends, family, pinecones, fuzzy caterpillars, dewdrops, dandelion fluff, mini waterfalls, pencils, home paper and Simon and Garfunkel.
My name is Beccy, and I'm just as conflicted as you are.
 [Tetris.Ninja] · Mon Mar 27, 2006 @ 03:32pm · 0 Comments |
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