Not So Average

Quick note- Not poetry, but a nice little short story that seems to go with the theme of this blog

There once was a girl. A teenage girl who, in her mind wasn't very spectacular, or extrordinary. Some people knew her, some did not. But this did not bother her at all. She tried her best in school, and did exceptionally well, though she was never commended for it. She didn't mind that at all though either. She lived an average school life and, although many of her interests were not considered average or ordinary, she lived the average life of a teen girl.

One day as this average girl was studying during one of her class periods the teacher left in order to tend to a private matter. For the most part the rest of the class was studying, silently working out their assignments in their head. When a few boys deceased their work and began socializing. The average girl was distraught for a quick moment, but shortly returned to her work. The average girl got deeper and deeper into the assignment, almost enjoying it, she was interrupted.

One of the boys was suddenly near her. With a proximity so close she could clearly understand him whisper. He questioned her about her daily activitites and interests and hobbies. Before she could answer any of his inquiries, the two were scolded by the teacher who had returned from her previous whereabouts. The boy shrugged, winked and then sat back down. He returned to his work quietly, but did not give off a defeated mannerism.

The average girl tried to return to work, but couldn't. Something pulled her out of her concentration. Pulled her interest of the assignment away from her. Was it shock from being scolded? She did not believe so. She turned her glance from the teacher to the boy who had attempted to introduce himself. There was something about this boy. An aura or some other strange force about him had power over the girl's attention. But the average girl did not know why. He was a rowdy, trouble making individual, always making a brief yet intruding racous in the classroom environment. And yet, he did not seem arrogant like other boys, he did not seem so full of himself as teeangers do. He seemed, at least somewhat intelligent. Which was hard to come around at the school. He was small, scrawny, but there was a fiery will that said to all others he could do anything. The average girl was interrupted in her thoughts by the school bell.

Time to go home. It was a warm, orange filled, autumn day, when the average girl began walking home. Never had she left class with her work unfinished. She was so distracted by that boy. And then a very strange thought occured to her on this one strange day of her normally average life.

That boy is... kind of... cute.

The Hobo Blues

Quick Note- Also known as The Broken Hearted Blues

My baby don't love me no more
She always tells me I'm a bore
I no longer have a boss
So poor can't afford dental floss

And ya know, and ya know, and ya know I got the blues

I was abandoned by my ma
& I've never met my pa
When you get slapped across the face
That's when you know you're a disgrace

And you're dead, and you're dead, and you're dead just like a dog

That woman is such a tramp
But somehow she makes my cheeks go damp
Stack my life up on the shelf
Well maybe I'll just go kill myself

And ya know, and ya know, and ya know I got the blues

My baby don't love no more
She shoved me out my own door
Now I'm livin out in the streets
And I can't get back on my feet

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die and I don't care no more

Joker's Holiday

Buy a bullet, rent a gun
Hit the town and have some fun
Let your inhibitions go
As we see the buildings blow up

Take a hostage, rob a bank
Comandeer that little skank
Take a punch or start the fight
Without the sense of wrong or right

Today is anarchy day
You may blow the world away
Love the world as it goes in fire
This will make you feel much higher

Start up a high speed chase
Deal with your demons face to face
Grant yourself all desire
Come and join the undead choir

Please lend me your ear
Because tomorrow's almost here
Don't let this day go to waste
Leave your bloodthirst with an aftertaste

Today is anarchy day
You may blow the world away
Love the world as it goes in fire
This will make you feel much higher

When the morning sun arises
You'll have no rewards or prizes
Be sure to have confidence
Anarchy has a consequence

Be aware, and please remit
For all the sins that you commit
For you shall be diminished
When this song comes to a finish

A Broken Family

In this house I have no voice
No opinion, no freedom, no choice

I work all night
I work all day
Making sure the
Little ones are okay

When I ask
I get no reward
Get no pay

While you scurry
Always in a hurry
To partay

I never know where you are
Maybe at the temple
or maybe a bar

Life is already hard enough
Without you here
Trying to act tough

For the midget girl
Who's lookin for a fight
And yes, she does it every night

Lil boy, he's already got struggles
Only making it hard
With his life bein juggled

By a little girl who's anger is old
An abandoning mother
And a selfish boy,
who does what he's told

I hate bein home
This place I try to avoid
It's just a black hole
And angry void

I'd rather be with friends
Til the very end

Thank You

I'm laying there with you

Your head on my chest

You warm me up so easily

And oh, it feels the best.

Good times, whether I'm

playin with your skin

Or surprising you with

my strength, though I'm thin

Can't wait to scream

At several miles to the hour

Hold your hand in excitement

While dragged about with so much power

But not as powerful

As your smile or your pout

That makes my time worth while

Or makes me want to yell and shout

And I always break into a wonder
Why must we be forced to sunder?
Separation does not seem fair
Divided by an unseen barrier

Even if we drift away
I'm happy that I can always say
I'm thankful for the good times we've had
Glad to be friend lass and lad