Hold Your Head High Heavy Heart

You’re just a car wreck waiting on the edge of the road

You’re just a falling climber looking for an edge to hold.

You’re just a shooting star streaking far into the unknown.

Just a falling star screaming its way into extinction.

I went to the DuPage County Fair yesterday in hopes to see my favorite band preform live. The Cab was also playing there, a very nice bonus (Oh and by the way, they are amazing live). However unfortunately, not even four songs into the set, the county fair officials had to stop the show due to severe weather. The Academy Is... was not able to finish their show. Oh well. I guess I can just go see them at the AP Tour this fall. My brother's buying me tickets because I'll be at camp when they go on sale. I wish he could be here for the concert, instead he'll be at college. It'd be cool to go with him.

If I could express it in a different dialect or in a delicate way

Last day of soccer practice for the summer. There's no bittersweet feeling of leaving behind a new experience. Probably because it isn't.

the glass sat awkwardly on the table

an unwelcome sight in this pristine house

it stood out like a crazy colored hairstyle

in an otherwise bland mixture of brunettes and blonds

and yet no one made any move to change that

it reflected the faces of the silent quartet

reflecting and distorting

some elongated others widened

however all the faces had eyes that stared

straight at the glass

at all of the shattered pieces

that it had left behind.

I think I'm going to go all e e cummings with my poetry. No caps, no punctuation. This way you can add the breaks and pauses where you think they fit best. Yes, this way everyone can view my poetry in a different way than the next. Giving an extra pause, or one less than that of the last person to read it.