I love it when I come across an old poem I'd written, when it makes sense to me and when I can still remember the mindframe I was in when writing it.

Self




Demure

Alluring

Impressive

She tries yet it doesn’t come out right

Awkward

Silly

Wrong words spilling out of her mouth

Blushing

Lowered gaze

Wishing she could start over

Wishing somehow

She could mix together

Her true self

Jumping off the pages

As she does

Rambling incessantly of inconsequential things

Decked out in comfort

Faded jeans and dirty vans

Curiosity taking over so many times

And more than likely causing embarrassment

Giggling like a child

And cursing like a sailor

Yet somehow

It doesn’t amount to

Anything resembling

The ethereal beauties

That graces the pages

Of every magazine

The slender goddesses in most

Every man’s mind

Try as she might

She will never be that woman

And every day

She is more and more

Confident

That she would rather be herself

No matter how strange or crude

Instead of a paper thin

Apparition.



BeB

8/14/08


I love to write, always have yet some how for some reason I cannot think of anything of note to write.....since I don't I'll go with 2 things:

1) I am working on a new drawing series that I'm feeling pretty excited about. I call it "Out of Control".
It symbolizes what I think 'feeling out of control' looks like depending on the situation. Each situation could vary from hugely out of control to small daily simple things. Either way feeling out of control sucks and since it's been that kind of month I decided to put it on paper.

2) I'm reading the greatest book ever.... about the megalodon shark and this sucker is huger than huge... 57 feet long and 64,000 lbs. Pretty cool......