A Little Bit of Steinbeck

First book on the list: The Red Pony. Hey, found it at the end of my neighbor's driveway among other novels several years ago so why not? It's short and travel-sized, got an interesting enough story to keep me reading. It's old as dirt and I like that. Probably going to keep the old trend going with other books I've got lined up such as Where the Red Fern Grows and The Catcher in the Rye. I'm committed to this reading thing. ;)

Things Ahead

Finishing up school tomorrow and then I can finally focus on my personal goals. Gonna try to get more immersed in poetry and books over the summer, and of course, I'll still make time for some summer fun as well. Although a lot of things are going to change by the end of this year, I can see that somehow this summer will still be great. I've got a great boyfriend, family, friends, and more importantly, a great life. Things are looking up and I'm eager to see what lies ahead.

Drug Dreams

Vivid dreams about reality swirled in reality and it's hard to decipher what happened or what actually happened and what really exists and what doesn't most of the time.

Potential

Definitely gonna miss my poetry writing class. I'm finding out things about myself I never even knew, opening up to strangers and letting them read my work. I am a good writer, I really am. I have potential. I'm finally beginning to realize that, and I never could have without taking this one class.

The New "Same"

Been busy, have only been posting poetry I write for class. Things have been the same, or the new same I suppose. Been living in a dream it seems, unaffected by much and invested in nothing, but I'm okay with that. Don't really know how to react to the world or my life, I pass it by and forget, move on. But, I'm okay with that too. Is it okay to be okay with being blank, not sad, just blank- is this what it feels like to live normally? Can't really tell, and I'm soon forgetting how I used to be. And maybe that's for the best.

I Know Why You Stopped By Woods on a Snowy Evening (A Poem in Response)

I am these woods but you don’t know.
On your horse, I watch you go
Into infinite night, only silence and I
Will know your wishes for the snow

I watch your face, creased in fear
The struggles of the past year
Have caught up to you, I see
And they lean and loom and leer

Give yourself a mighty shake
This is surely a costly mistake
Move forward with your worried steed
Don’t fall asleep among snowy flakes

I may be lovely, dark and deep
But you have promises to keep,
And miles to go before you sleep,
And miles to go before you sleep.