Terra Nomad

Every day is like survival. You're my lover, not my rival.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Teen Angst

I wrote this poem in 9th grade:


I had a beer behind a book, no one gave me a second look.

I shot up in a back hall, no one seems to care at all.

I failed five tests in a row, people act like they don't know.

I had a joint under the stairs, I guess that no one really cares.

When I was thirteen, I ran away. I was gone for over a day.

When I got home, I got a beating, which wasn't exactly what I was needing.

I'm more innocent than I appear, for growing up is what I fear.

I'm just a kid, not sure of what I did.

I don't know where to go from here, I guess I'll have another beer.

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Tuesday, August 31, 2004

If

Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: "hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a man my son!

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