Random poem of the day.
One of my poems over my time in San Rafael:
10/11/06
She always seems happy.
With her deviant wear and jean jacket
She is the picture of rebellion.
She is beautiful.
She smiles more than anything.
She acts dainty.
Sits with her legs crossed.
Yet belches without second thought.
Not comfortable with everything,
Yet makes herself comfortable with her surroundings.
Aggressive, yet a princess
Willing to throw herself in your arms trusting you will catch her.
I feel honored to have her trust.
I feel like it could be misplaced.
Too early. Too soon.
Socially you may know her...I may know her.
But never has there been a time when one on one she has been known.
People act different in different settings.
You can know someone socially, know them one on one.
You can never know how they are alone.
Only expect.
I would like to know her.
Her well practiced face, put together with the perfectly planned eyeliner.
She doesn't try, doesn't need to.
She is who she is, open sexuality with aggressive femininity.
She will be who she will be.
For that I will protect her,
Though it doesn't seem she needs it.
For her friendship. For her humanity.
I would die for her.
I just hope.
Hope I can know her better.
Feel who she is more.
Understand.
So I know why I would do this for her.
10/11/06
She always seems happy.
With her deviant wear and jean jacket
She is the picture of rebellion.
She is beautiful.
She smiles more than anything.
She acts dainty.
Sits with her legs crossed.
Yet belches without second thought.
Not comfortable with everything,
Yet makes herself comfortable with her surroundings.
Aggressive, yet a princess
Willing to throw herself in your arms trusting you will catch her.
I feel honored to have her trust.
I feel like it could be misplaced.
Too early. Too soon.
Socially you may know her...I may know her.
But never has there been a time when one on one she has been known.
People act different in different settings.
You can know someone socially, know them one on one.
You can never know how they are alone.
Only expect.
I would like to know her.
Her well practiced face, put together with the perfectly planned eyeliner.
She doesn't try, doesn't need to.
She is who she is, open sexuality with aggressive femininity.
She will be who she will be.
For that I will protect her,
Though it doesn't seem she needs it.
For her friendship. For her humanity.
I would die for her.
I just hope.
Hope I can know her better.
Feel who she is more.
Understand.
So I know why I would do this for her.