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YES.

I know which one of my poetry pieces I am going to bring to Symposium Club this upcoming Monday. Ü

PREPARE TO BE ASTONISHED LADIES AND GENTS.

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Okay, let’s see…

  • His longest text to me was,

Yeah Monday

  • And his shortest?
K

[^ Note: Not even a PERIOD!]

  • If he had a choice between chatting it up with Alex* and me during the last minutes of 7th hour or leaving 7th hour ten minutes early, he would leave ten minutes early.
  • AND, if he had a choice between conversing with me as we saunter towards the parking lot or playing Wally Ball (Is that what it’s called?) with his buddies, he would say bye to me even before we step off of the sidewalk and stay to play.
  • I know because he actually made those choices.
  • Sure, he initiates conversations with me often, but I initiate them a little more often.
  • However, he is almost always the person in the friendship who initiates the high-fives and fist-pounds between us.
  • And he says hello to me first everyday when we cross paths in the hallways

…

Well, that’s still three five strikes against him. They’re pretty large strikes too if you ask me. Time to get him out of my mind as soon as possible. But should I still surprise him on his birthday with that eighteen-stanza poem I wrote? I worked long on it.

Maybe I can tweak it just a little to make it more… friends-like.

*Name has been changed

Hey person who’s reading this at the moment,

Close your eyes and listen to this poet, Dana Gioia, reading his own poem. Make sure you keep your eyes closed until the poem is over.

Sincerely, Jenny

P.S. I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I did when I first heard it.

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I Am Poem by Jenny C.

This was an assignment from my creative writing class. Enjoy.


I am serious yet sweet.

I wonder what our society is coming to.

I hear smiling classmates internally crying.

I see dots on the ceiling connecting to create messages of love.

I want to fly on a magic carpet like Jasmine and Aladdin did.


I am serious yet sweet.

I pretend that I know what I am doing.

I feel insecure.

I touch the sky hoping to catch stars.

I worry about impulsive people.

I cry when eating disorders murder teens.

I am serious yet sweet.

 

I understand that I can’t get everyone’s approval.

I say do what makes you happy.

I dream of a world without hatred.

I try believing in myself.

I hope to have a positive impact on people who know me.

I am serious yet sweet.