Hey, remember me?

Hello all,
I know, I know it's been awhile. I've been swamped with school work and when I wasn't hitting the books, I was just too burnt out on thinking to exert any effort into this bad boy.

I've been putting some thought into what my next big blog entry will be...I've been working on/mentally laying out something involving television shows on the air right now...but there are a few interesting movies coming out around now so I'm thinking I may just scrap my TV show idea and do some research on those flicks. Basically, calm down and stay tuned.


I do, however, have a literary snack for you; this poem is something I performed at an open mic night at my school in January and at a Youth Speaks open mic in December. I'm working on a new one right now, but I think posting it before I perform it is just bad karma....

Redemption With a Side of Grace

Sometimes I look at pictures of you and I can imagine myself in the frame

You and your friends

My old friends

It’s like I can smell through the matted paper

Smoke soaked into your hair, skin and clothes

Cheap beer on the breath, weed under the finger nails

Tattoos carelessly etched into your skin

Metal bars pushed through every orifice

They lack meaning

Like I did when I was there

A couch potato in the worst of forms

Breathing in and out the days like cigarettes

Unappreciative of the momentary high

Just waiting for next buzz

Young and feeble of free will

Impressionable

It’s scary to think of myself in your pictures

Old and worn at the age of 19

Smokers skin, drinkers gut, and god knows what else

You seem happy

Intoxicated by whatever you’re on

Maybe it’s nothing

Maybe it’s everything

All I know is I’m creating new pictures now

Pictures filled with motivation

Etched with goals

Framed with tenacity

All I know is I’m happy now

And this smile is not just another fake smile for your frame

And it’s all fun and games

And it’s all work hard play hard

And it’s all redemption with a side of grace

Are you jealous?

Are you surprised that I got better when I deserved worse?

Does your heart dip a little ?

Because mine does

Sometimes I can only think of the bad, and I want to cry because I know there was good

Sometimes I think of my tears and I want to laugh because they were so insignificant

Sometimes I miss you, but mostly I dismiss the thoughts of you

Because there’s still that hole in my stomach from my pit of bad decisions

And it’s still scary to look at your pictures

And I wonder, what do you think when you look at my frames?

Mom: I don't want any worried phone calls about the content of this poem-- I'm fine.
Dad: If you try to quote me....no, if you MISQUOTE me, I might have to revoke your blog privileges...and who would want that?
Everybody else: More goodness to come in the next few days!