ONE REDHEAD'S POEMS
A Glimpse Into My Past
We are all told, “live your life to the fullest”; I am here to do just that. One Redhead's Journey serves as a vessel to project my passions, and clue in my loyal readers as to what inspires me in this crazy world. So, sit back, relax, and read on.
SOCCER
A Poem I wrote in Dr. Weir's English Class
October 7, 1996
Soccer is a fun sport any time of day,
Even in the cold, white snow, it's still fun to play;
It requires a lot of running, up and down the field,
But I should assure you that you won't get killed.
You move the ball towards the goal with your head, chest, and feet,
You work your way around the players, to be sure you don't get beat.
Then you try to score a goal by shooting at the net,
If the ball goes past the line, you just won your bet.
Now it's time to celebrate from our win today,
When the team gets together, we all say, "Hurray!"
MY PARENTS
On a more serious note...
Fighting, yelling, screaming every single day,
I'm getting sick of it, though, I must say.
It all starts when they're home together.
If someone doesn't leave soon, it could last forever.
But lucky enough, my dad's moving out.
It will be so peaceful, without a doubt.
It seems like a decade, when it's only been a year,
My parent's arguing has gotten so severe.
Sometimes I wish I lived somewhere with my friends,
Until the day when all this ends.
WHY I DO THE THINGS I DO
A little humor from 1996
I go to school and act real cool
My parents think I should and I have to do good.
I have to work for my boss, the Jerk
To make some money for my future honey.
I like to play sports, sometimes with dorks.
I need to burn fat so I won't look like a rat.
I need to fill up my car or it won't go far,
and change the oil so it doesn't over boil.
I brush my teeth so my breath doesn't reek,
to get rid of the germs sometimes it burns.
I get on people's nerves with just a few words.
I don't mean much harm, I'm all of a charm.
Sometimes I cry when saying good-bye
Or when things come to an end and when I don't comprehend.
I find a need to yell at a hotel
And when my coach gets on my for things I can't see.
I have to sweat when in debt
Then I start to curse, but it just makes it worse.
I start to laugh at a paragraph
of me and a bud with a couple of studs.
I have to grow now to show people how
Short people dream about being supreme.
I need to end this soon; it's a quarter past noon,
and time for lunch and my red fruit punch!
IT MAKES ME ANGRY WHEN...
1996- Somethings are still the same!
It makes me angry when someone yells at me
It makes me angry when I lose my keys
It makes me angry when things never go my way
It makes me angry when I have a bad day
It makes me angry when I don't know what to wear
It make me angry when people act like they don't care
It makes me angry when I get left behind
It makes me angry when I'm stuck in a bind
It makes me angry when my hair doesn't do right
It makes me angry when my dad and I fight
It makes me angry when people are sad
It makes me angry when my brother is bad
It makes me angry when my ball goes flat
It makes me angry when, "I don't get that"
It makes me happy when people smile
And forget about all these things for a while.
I'M SICK OF BEING SICK
5-23-1997
Injury after injury, when will they end?
Knee, back, chest, and head, to the point I can't bend.
Then the ankle, wrist, shin and a sting,
With water in my ears, they always ring.
I refused to sit out of practice much,
Unless I was halted by a crutch.
With a very low tolerance for pain,
it'd be nice if I could go without it for just one game.
Then came coughing, sneezing, and watery eyes,
while I lay in bed, I prayed and I cried.
Things got even worse with the flu,
and all I could do was eat beef stew.
After getting better, it all started over.
I made a wish for it to end on a four-leaf clover.
But of course, that did't work,
because my body continued to hurt.
Severe headaches with a bad sore throat,
finding strep just made me mope.
Lots of medicine and so much rest,
forbid me to perform at my best.
Especially when blisters started to form,
it hurt so bad, I regret being born.
Another doctor's visit (that makes five),
everyone was surprised I was still alive.
My next illness involved a blood test,
it turned out to be one that just required rest.
Mononucleosis was its name,
I felt like I'd never be the same.
When will all these illnesses stop?
Will it be the day that I drop?
I really want to be on the mend, so I can start to date again!