Boyfriends

Writing a poem for your loved one is always the hardest thing to do.
The right words are hard to find, as they crawl slowly but surely to the tip of your tongue.
I hope I can do this.
New post tomorrow with the job done.

Dep.

I fear waking up every morning.
The smell of breakfast makes me want to vomit.
Getting ready makes me want to go back to eternal slumber,
and leaving the house leaves me regret and feeling forced.

"I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings" by Maya Angelou

The free bird leaps on the back of the win and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hillfor the caged bird sings of freedom The free bird thinks of another breeze an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.

Do dreams tell something about the future? I always wonder about this, and now, I have a more profound wonder of this. On July 9th, I wrote that I had a dream where half of my head is shaved, and I now have my head shaved. So, did I predict that this would happen?
I should start cataloging my dreams more often, looking for events that have to do with them.

No holding back now.

Today I have decided that because this is my blog, and I want to be selfish with it, then I am not going to hold back on anything that I want to write. This is SamEatSam uncensored form now on. I mean, it's not like anybody actually reads this! And with that new beginning, here's the latest photo taken of me by a fellow writer, Adan Vicario.

Teenagers.

Being the new girl, it's never an easy thing. People come say hi, they ask for your name and pretty much everything else about you. I've moved schools every year, so I would know when I tell you that it's a bittersweet experience.
All the boys want you and all the girls stare, there may be both love and jealousy in the air. It keeps getting better with all of the affection, and seems quite perfect with all of the attention. you will always be a favourite, especially if you're pretty, and on all of the other girls you'll seem to take pity. You'll morph into the popular one, and it takes about a year to have all that won.
First day of school, still at the same place, everybody knows you... until they see a new face. The new girl walks into the room, bright-eyed, and fresh-faced, she's the skinny type, tall, blonde, and great taste. All eyes fall on her, she looks like a beauty. I witness all jaws drop, how could this be happening to me?
The end has come.

-Visu