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Oh maybe I should finish that..

So I’ve discovered that I have a problem with finishing things. For example I love starting books but I get busy and never finish them. I now have a small collection of books in my room where I’ve read to about the middle of them but never bothered to finish them. This also goes for stories that I write, I love writing short stories but it’s hard for me to finish, I have dozens of partially written stories that have no conclusions!! I also have this same problem when it comes to homework, lets say I’m doing math homework and the page has ten problems on it, I’ll probably do nine out of the ten, and then I am cramming at the last minute before class starts just to finish that one math problem! This problem I have doesn’t just stop at school work either, for instants lets say I’m at lunch and I go to Subway to have a six inch sandwich, I will eat the whole sandwich until it comes to the last bite and I wont eat it, I don’t know if thats because I’m full or some weird subconscious OCD thing that doesn’t let me eat that last bite. Ha but anyways I just came to that realization and I thought I should blog about it. Hopefully I’m not the only on that does this!! 🙂

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Shall I Compare Thee

I had an English teacher my ninth grade year who loved poetry, she was always having us write different types of it. One type of poetry that distinctly sticks out in my mind is called a Shakespearean Sonnet. The reason I remember this particular genre of poetry so well is because it is so challenging to write. For example, a Shakespearean Sonnet consists of fourteen lines, each line must have ten syllables, but of these fourteen lines every other line must rhyme, as in the first and third, and the second and fourth, so on and so forth until you get to the last two lines (thirteenth and fourteenth) these lines must rhyme together. Shakespeare wrote hundreds of these sonnets, one you may recognize is, Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day. My English teacher had us write our own “Shall I compare thee” poem. I apologize for it being kinda dark, but here it is. 

Shall I compare thee to a slimy leech?

Sucking and draining the life out of me;

being with you is like bathing in bleach,

mentally exhausting, let me be free.

Your dark ways shake the essence of my soul:

though you mean well you actions often fail.

I feel as though i’m stuck in a black hole;

I wish to receive no more of your mail.

I look in your eyes but I see no light, 

who is this person I have never met?

When I see you I want to run in fright. 

You don’t know what you are doing I bet; 

No matter all the things I have said,

I still cannot get you out of my head. 

 

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Stuck in a Jam

Stuck in a Jam

My Family is a Peanut Butter & Jelly Sandwich,

Always stuck together no matter what situation we come across.

My sister is the jelly, she is the messiest part of the sandwich always falling out of place and causing things to get a bit sticky, but she’s also the sweetest, yummiest, and most memorable flavor.

My mom is the crust, she gives the sandwich its support and structure, never giving in to the weight of the outside world always there to help.

My dad is the bread, he covers the insides of the sandwich giving us shelter from the outside elements no matter how tough he acts he is truly the softest and most vulnerable part of the sandwich, sometimes getting shifted and altered.

I am the peanut butter, even though I may not stand out as much as jelly I am always a subtle sweet flavor, I don’t always like it but I’m  always very willing to change.

God is the plate even though we may forget he is always there giving us peace of mind and lifting us up.