Monday, June 7, 2010

The Drive Home

On the drive home, I wrote a poem in my head. No really....I did. Right after I ate a cheeseburger. Irrelevant.

I don't know what KIND of poem it is, per-say....but one of my stalkers (ahem *Ape-face*) might begrudgingly comment as to the type of poem due to her obligation in being so well-educated on such things....I wanted to call it a haiku but I am pretty sure they don't rhyme....though, I really didn't pay attention during the poetry part of English class  I mean...It's just been a long time since I have thoroughly studied poetry.

Regardless, I am truly only posting it here because it's possible some of you out there can relate to my sentiments...and feel this way, too, sometimes, on the drive home...

*Clearing throat*

My vision is cloudy,
I can't see straight.
Can't you understand
There's too much on my plate?

You pull and you pull
So many different ways.
And nervously, I oblige.
How I long for your praise.

And in all things I do,
I really WANT to be great.
But don't you see?
There's JUST too much on my plate.


Anonymous said...

Well, hmmm, it's a three quatrain lyrical poem with a B-D rhyme scheme--but really, it's just a lovely reflection of your heart and yearning... and I think, a song. Find your music. Everything is just superfluous jargon.

*Ashley Lou* said...

So, yah....what she said... =)

Rene' said...

if u think u are busy now, just wait till that child (children) arrive. lol

Jen said...

Yep, I knew it. You are me. :)
I apologize now...

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