Poems from MirryMir
I'm a 23 year old with a strange sense of humor and passion about animals. Often times my name and the word "weird" are interlinked - not as suspicious, but more addlepated or curious. I love the smell of old books and only gave in to owning a Kindle because of its advantage to having several books in hand at one time. I used to spill artwork from my fingertips, but lately with Death, Debt, and Unexpected Life Struggles words and pictures start to only frustrate and hurt me more. I believe my place is either at a desk in a classroom or in the field of learning, and was one of the only kids who hated missing days at school. I'm pursuing my education level at a slow pace for a self-payer, but I thoroughly believe one day my writing will take me where I want to go. I don't expect to become a novelist, poet or journalist - but I do strongly acknowledge my continuing experience with the English language (and some German) is my calling in some field out there somewhere.
Now I just have to keep writing [life works are like a map in progress]
and I'll eventually find where that place is that I want to be.
Im considering Biology, Zoology, and Veterinarian.
What do you want me to say?
Do you want me to sit and tell you my life story? Or just the important parts that make me who I am? ...
It comesIt goesIt always flows.
From the top to the bottomFrom middle to end,Then it starts back over again.
The lights burn upThe streets...
The screams are loud,and getting louder.The scent burns your nose,and getting stronger.
The door begins to open,and a smile slips across...
It's only around one:thirty.It feels like it's four.I'm only another girl, but I want to be something more.
The clock keeps tickingbut my...
The cars drove by,the dark hung close.The music was familiar,so he sang aloud.
All around himeverything was the same,but only in the heat...