My Favorite Things

Roses, poems, smiles,

puppies, books, romance, laughs, hugs,

cheesecake and respect.

 

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#THATSNOTMYNAME

Guess why I’m writing this poem

And you might succeed. It’s

Because you don’t seem to know my name, which is

Really disappointing.

I’d like to say I’m not upset, but

Even I can’t help but be offended that you haven’t

Learned my name in the

Last fifteen years. But I’ll get over it…

Eventually….

The Most Important Thing You Can Know About Someone

One of the most basic,

yet important,

things you can ever know about someone

is their name.

How else can you know who someone is

if you don’t even know their name?

All other information you learn about them

gets associated back to that name.

It is the beginning of understanding them.

It’s the beginning of their story.

It is the first thing they were probably given.

A name is received shortly after birth.

It’s the first thing they probably told you about themselves

because it’s important to who they are

and they decided it was important

for you to know who they are too.

You should cherish being in the know.

Not everyone gets to know their name,

but you do.

So show a person that you value them

and can spell their name right.

Respect their name if they give it to you.

They didn’t have to.

Show them the respect they deserve.

If they tell you their name,

learn it and don’t forget it.

It probably won’t be changing anytime soon.

It’s literally the least you could do.

It’s one thing to mess up a name,

but entirely different to not know it altogether.

Names are important.

If that person is important to you,

knowing their name should be too.

 

It Must be the Changing Seasons

My nose is dripping.

My head is stuffed.

every muscle in my body aches.

It must be the changing seasons.

 

There’s frost on my windshield.

My sweater isn’t warm enough.

I’m getting leaves whipped in my face.

It must be the changing seasons.

 

I don’t want to leave my bed.

Everything seems hopeless.

Everything around me is dying or dead.

It must be the changing seasons

Empty and Lost

Lately, I have been considering

what really makes me happy

but I do not have an answer.

I feel empty and lost

because I don’t have dreams.

When I was in high school,

when I should have been

discovering myself

and deciding what I want

to do with the rest of my life

all I wanted to do was die.

Now I’m at the point

where the light at the end

of the tunnel is real,

but I don’t know

what I want there to be

waiting for me at the end.

I’m lost and I’m scared

and I’m reverting back to my old tendencies.

I’d rather put an end to it all

than face the future that I don’t know;

the future that I didn’t create.

Who Even am I?

Who even am I?

Am I really a teacher?

Am I really a swimmer?

Am I really a lifeguard?

 

Who even am I?

Am I really a band kid?

Am I really a good student?

Am I really a sorority girl?

 

Who even am I?

Am I just living lies?

Am I able to make my own choices?

Am I just another pawn?

 

I don’t know how to be the person

that I decide to be

because everyone chose for me.

Who even am I?