school mornings

I usually set my alarm for 6:35 and 7:00. I stop the first one and wake up at the second one; but this morning I had to ride in my first block so I set my alarm for 6 am. I still snoozed it once but after I was up and awake it was kind of nice. I had extra time to get ready and watch tv while I did my makeup. And I even had like ten minutes to just sit in bed, and I still left by 7:30. I have never been a morning person but I feel like I might want to start waking up earlier so I don’t feel rushed in the mornings. For me if I have a bad morning or I’m late it kinda ruins my whole day. I just feel so much calmer when I get to school early. And then I can hang out with my friends and go on my phone before school starts, and even sometimes get breakfast. Or if I leave early I can get starbucks, or coffee connection.

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The Creation of Someone on Writer’s Block

(I remember being ten and constantly looking out of my bedroom’s window.)

What’s going on here?

What are these things in my mind’s eye

Winding and filled with desperate wanderlust

Leaning out of windows to peek through

Studying and thinking

If only they could ever leave their current life

Leave and learn and grow, all like they used to

Back when they were spontaneous

And go out into that bright world out there

Just. In. Sight.

Will these things in my mind’s eye ever leave? 

Like will I go on with these wandering thoughts

Thoughts that fly and flit around my head

That I always try to grasp at

But no, it never seems to stick

And what will happen once critics see these thoughts?

What would they read out of these ramblings?

Will they draw constant connections to specific word choice, as per usual

Hyper focus and hype up the accidentals

Pay such special attention to the fact that flit, it and stick

Rhyme and just so happen to be within two lines of each other? 

Because alliteration is the height of poetic meaning

What allegory will they invent for this

Imagine the new entity which could rise

From the dirt

To be studied and beloved

Far beyond its lowly circumstance

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Ecstasy

(This one, like the last post, is also pretty old and hard to relate to now. But I really feel I should incorporate more experimentations in orthography when writing, because that’s what really makes this stand the test of time for me.)

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You-know-when-a-burning-thirst-jolts-you-at-three-in-the-morning

And-you-stumble-blindly-to-the-kitchen-for-a-glass-of-water

And-you-finally-find-a-clean-cup-and-fill-it-with

Two-thirds-hydrogen

One-third-oxygen

And 

When

That 

First

     A

   tom

      .

Touches your tongue

It feels like

Every version of you

In every alternate universe

Has just met their soulmate

For the first time?

Or else you’re in a field of nonexistent flowers

Or in a milky atlantis

Or in a skyscraper right in the stars

Some primal thirst has been indulged right where you solely are

And whatever “you” could be, it’s nothing

It’s flying through the night

Stardust drenched

When you, in your pajamas, have been quenched?

That’s what it feels-

Felt like

When one would live an eternal nightlife

Starkly still, inside and one

The slightest sensations, stars brushing the earth