The Ever Fought Shore and my Body

Oooh, its my body! I wanted to put more about me on my blog. So here we go. I can remain anonymous. You have my eyes, and my torso, You just need legs, arms, lips, nose, chin, and hair. Not that I really think you would care what I looked like. My last name starts with a G. Hmmm, mucho information for you! Really old poetry time!

The ever fought shore

Has the world been seeing?
What we fight for being
Everyday in the mess of the world
And sought through the ever fighting
Shores upon which blood from past fought wars
Upon a new more distant shores
To leave our home again once more
So that what we fought for is past told
And all we knew has since been lost
In the ever fought grounds of the crashing shores

Pointness

I wrote this a long time ago, one friday morning I had no school. I dont remember why. We were voting on Propositions. I don't even remember what Prop 77 was. Hmmm...

You know, the phone is a rather awful thing; I don’t ever remember a time where I was actually excited to hear it ring, although maybe that is I, and not my phone. I like to sleep in on my holidays, but apparently the lovely recording of Cindy, a registered nurse who believes we should vote no on prop 77, is just perky as could be at 8:00 in the morning, but hey, maybe that is because we voted no on prop 77 three days ago. I figure I might as well get up because I don’t think that the voice of Cindy is going to leave my head anytime soon. I get dressed for no apparent reason and then lie right back down again. It may be a Friday, but I still have to work tomorrow, so I absent-mindedly start packing my backpack full of all the stupid notes lying around my room. Pointlessness. That is the key. No more things that make any sense what so ever. Then there is no worrying. The notes I took have nothing to do with work. They are stories I will never finish, that I don’t bother myself to finish, that I cant finish, that I do not want to finish. Pointlessness. I wonder if that is how all great writers start. Or maybe they start with pointness dripping off of every word. Probably. Which proves my only point in writing this that I really suck.