February 21, 2006

• Give me a man who says he
  can live without love,
  and I'll give you my life
  to prove that he is
  lying through his teeth!
  
  That quote is by me, actually.

  
  

  
  
  
  Does this qualify as an emo swoop?
  
  Something in the back of my mind keeps screaming out:

  
  

  poem about ten things

  
  

  Now either it's that...

  
  

  (1) I can't think of ten things to write about:  Ten things seemingly unrelated until skillfully being woven into this grand tapestry of universal significance, elusive to mankind's common thoughts.

  
  

  OR (the more likely choice):

  
  

  (2)  I'm just too lazy to sit down and think up any kind of important list, other than the shopping list.

  
  

  Ironic, I know.

  
  

  Well, the truth is that it's not really ironic.  In fact, I really don't know what it is, but you can go ahead and ask my english teacher about it.

  
  

  I once had a writing prompt in that class telling me to list 3 things I would take with me if my house caught on fire.  I answered with:  Me, Myself, and I.

  
  

  Needless to say, I got an A for originality, which I partially believe is because I unwillingly live a high school stereotype of being the "class writer".

  
  

  I find this absurd, because I am in 11th grade, taking a 10th grade english course, and attending a "literacy remediation" class everyday, promptly after lunch, because apparantly I am on a 3rd grade writing level.

  
  

  OR...

  
  

  Perhaps I am simply misunderstanding my own mind, and it is really screaming out:

  
  

  a poem about tin things

  
  

  You know, like the metal, and you just might find yourself thinking:

  
  

  "Well, perhaps this guy really is slow."

  
  

  Think what you will, but I'll have you know, I once found poetic content in a shovel, and somehow personified it into all of mankind, and the choices that we all make.  I wrote a poem about it, a poem...a poem about a shovel.  Go figure that!

  
  

  So this is my poem about ten things, or tin things, whatever it may be.  I'm not really sure what it's about, but I'll leave you with this:

  
  

  Skill and creativity do not always come with intelligence, nor do they always die with age.  Anyone can make a difference in this world, even if it is just in one other person, because even someone who cannot speak, see, or hear finds ways to express himself.

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