Filed under: Essays/School, Poetry | Tags: all, grade, jcc, life, music, now, poem, Poetry, school, song
(A poem we have to write for JCC English about our futures… aka where we see ourselves in five years)
Rough draft of her song
All she could hear was a symphony
All she could hear was that sound
All she could think of was
Where
to
go
When she stood on stable ground.
All they could know was she’s going
All they could know was she’s gone
All they could hope was
That
she’d
grow
While she was singing her song.
Al she could breathe was the music
All she could breathe were those notes
All she could do to live
Was
to
sing
And hope that the world would know love.
All she could say was I’m trying
All she could say had been sung
All she could want now was
To
go
home
Now that music’d been made for so long.
All she could love was still standing
All she could love had held on
Now the words that she said to them,
“I
love
you”
Were sung softly as time played along.
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Being angry and frustrated and sad about my own inadequacy is all peaches and cream, until I get bored with the routine. I am honestly very glad that I can feel miserable about it, because otherwise I’d worry that I was broken or something. The little stabby pains that trouble me whenever I think about how much I suck at life are really reassuring sometimes.
However, it gets old.
Yes, I know, I’m not as small or cute or (apparently) amusing as she is. And that rankles, just a lot. But what does it do to muse endlessly on it?
Maybe “engaging” is the word I’m looking for. She’s engaging all of the time. I only am when I feel like it.
But I’m done comparing myself. If I ever need a reassurance I’m human, I can think about them and feel the pang and then go back to normal life… but it’s like an addiction, you feel it once and get a little hooked. “Oooh (shudder), aren’t I pathetic? I’m so pretty and confident and intriguing and no one likes meeee!” is not the slogan I aim to present to the world.
So, fine. A kid I like I’m interested in has another girl in mind who I’m not going to bother openly competing against. I don’t want to make a fool out of myself being all seductive and acting differently because… because he likes someone else? We were getting along pretty well before I knew about her, we’ll get along fine for the rest of the time. No worries, no stress, and only occasionally with a little pinch of remorse at the lost chances.
Kick Drum Heart 