Locks-of-lovin' life!

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

New haircut!

I had ridiculously long hair about two hours ago, before I stepped into Insparations Spa, a cute place where I have gotten my hair cut many times. I had grown my hair for about two years, and once it hit a certain point, I decided it'd only make sense to donate my tresses. I chose Pantene's Beautiful Lengths program because they only require 8 inches, instead of the common 10. Having Laura, my usual hair dresser, snip off the ponytail wasn't sad at all. I mean, it WAS my hair, so naturally I was a little sad to see it go, but believe me, this hair hit it's peak a while ago. It got caught under backpacks, bags, people, you name it. I was ha

ppy to see it go. My hair was "inspired" by a short cut Jessica Simpson had, but thank god I don't look like her. Either way, I feel healthy, happy, and hairtastic. I recommend donating if you have long locks. It feels great and you know someone will "wear your hair" eventually.

Old photos of the hair:

Fish

I flit around, scales constantly cool,

pecking what I want and glaring at the sun,

a golden harvest set above me in the sky.

I see you, you look programmed,

rotating and gliding through water, all so smoothly.

We go along together, sometimes,

to socialize at the reef or go spelunking.

Our tails propel us deeper into the blue:

French blue to cobalt to midnight,

so we can kiss in the quiet dark.

Then our lips swollen from pressure and water,

you and I become intoxicated,

so much so that I watch you drown,

slippery fin

s and waterlogged body,

and you drown below me.

I hover, while you and my heart sink.

There’s no thrashing, you’re sedated,

in an elevator to the ocean floor.

When you’re gone, no trace of you to follow.

I can’t tell the difference between all sorts of salt water,

what I make or what we had shared.

There’s no life around me then,

so I travel, sea scapes and rock beds,

but the community is quiet,

all swimming in x and y formation.

Without you, there are no other fish in the sea.

Spread Out!

LOVE

Love is a

four-letter-word-describing

compassion,

emotion,

relations

and friendship.

Those

who

struggle

to be compassionate

themselves will tear down

t

h

o

s

e

who love. Lovers ARE fighters,

or they can be

breaking out boxing gloves to combat those who O N L Y

know hate. Hate for differences, hate for progression,

hate for anything

that I S N O T them.

Lovers bring C O L O R S and mAgiC into the world, and

with light ignorance or disinterest,

the C O L O R S are snuffed out.

and the world as we KNOW it

is black and

white.

Drive

Drive.

I don’t know whoever thought

I should be trusted with such a mammoth heap of metal.

The handsomely polished demon,

left to my shaking, feverish hands.

I guess that when you turn 16,

it’s expected of you.

You’re supposed to look out the windshield

attentive and assured,

ready to take on whatever hits the asphalt.

However, some avoid the words “driving school” at all cost.

The flimsy drivers manual never seemed

to want to stay in my hands too long,

and my ears retreated when I was told to practice.

The driving instructors offering to bum me

cigarettes never really helped me grasp

the best way to make a three-point turn.

Stuck on my folding chair in a room with

about 30 other sweet sixteen's,

I tried to find comfort

viewing the serene images placed in the

slide shows of victims of crashes.

“Better watch out!” they harp,

“this could easily be you!”

Yes, because I look just like

a stiff crash-test dummy.

Although, maybe I do because

now my face is just as expressionless.

I get more pained as the months go by,

taking notes on right turns and what animals

it’s okay to kill,

until I was face to face with the portly man sitting beside me.

I played with all the gadgets and gizmos until he looks

satisfied, and we’re off to the races.

Sailing down a black river,

he tries to make small talk with me.

School studies, favorite hobbies, comfort foods,

anything really but the sunny yellow paper on his lap,

like a diary tracking all my mistakes.

After faking our joyride, I went to make

my turn back to my father, who waited with wide eyes.

His daughter, the driver. Sweet, so promising.

Look to the left, peer to the right.

It’s clear, so clear, like my head, like...

SLAM. “DID YOU SEE THAT CAR COMING?”

Well, no, because my eyes and my brain had poor communication skills.

An x inks its way around the piece of paper,

and my father can only offer a hug,

close and comforting.

The car, that bastard, and I lacked logic in our relationship for some time, but eventually, he steered me to victory.

What a delight, I found, it was to sit, stuck antsy on my folding chair, with about 30 other sweet sixteens, waiting for something at the Department of Motor Vehicles.

Cinquain Poems

Held hands

fingers entwine

and when you pull me close

I only feel what my heart says

Relationship

Breathe deep

It will calm down

Just like waves in the sea

Crashing to and fro in the dark

cool off.

Ring ring.

You called me then,

I wanted to catch up.

It’s good to hear a friendly voice.

Miss you.

Humor

It just grabs me.

So I really like you.

Comedy describes you well.

Laughter.

Copied poem!

All of these poem lines are lines from songs!

Can you figure them out?

Sticks and Stones

Why do you let me stay here,

all by myself?

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends,

pontificating to each other.

I’ll wear my badge, a vinyl sticker with big block lettering,

that tells your friends I am a visit here.

I am not permanent,

and I’m not sure where I belong.

All of your friends, and all the opinions I don’t want to know,

Fit in some little box.

What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays?

You’d better stop and try to think.

Look what you’re doing.

You’ve already thrown all the sticks and stones,

can’t you just leave it at that?

If everything was up to me,

I would be gone by the first sight,

and “you’ll be sorry”, isn’t that what they’ll say?

More to come, I swear!

I've been super stressed with school lately, but more will come very soon!