Alright, Luna. You're right; I do know. Thank you. And well there's no amount of modesty that one person could acquire without still being at least a little bit proud and of course, I have to like it to be able to show it to others. Therein lies the creative perfectionism I possess. And now, on with the show.

As you know (or may not), I just had my birthday yesterday (scarcely yesterday; for me it's only 50 minutes behind me). I turned 15, for those whom it concerns. But besides that, the US holiday celebrating independence and the ultimate excuse to be a faux-patriot-for-a-day (though I do love my country just not in the way that loving one's country is represented by some people i.e. George Bush which to me really isn't loving ...) anyway is coming up this Monday, July 4th, and I just thought of writing a poem called independence day in line with those two events. So here is this poem, 4 days early...

[u]Independence Day[/i]
Today's the day
Independence Day
just like yesterday
when I break out of
this hardened shell
it's grown thicker
every day of my life
from this day
those few years ago
when the seed was sprouted
but I'm still a nut
and instead of growing up and out
I'm growing down and in
so when I finally do get out
I'll choke and stagger
in my new arena
so I'm not there yet
but I'm one step closer
to stepping out
to stepping up
to stepping in
to my own skin
the pushes and pulls
the hits and the breaks
it's endured for me
to finally live in it
in my own way
on my own day
my Independence Day


it's ironic though because well it's not just my day, but my sister's as well. I don't truly have my own rightful day all to myself. Not that it's bothered me for the last 14 years....I've been sort of lazy lately about my poetry, and a bit distracted with school now. Not just school. 5 long hours of math in a too-airconditioned (yes it is possible) classroom, soaking up all my brain power and energy. Not to mention the screwy hours. I still stay up because I just can't get to sleep any earlier but I'm having to wake up at 6:00 ... anyway enough of my life if you wanted that you'd be reading my LJ ... so my point is, I've been too drained and lazy to write anything for real. My apologies. Adieu.