Monday, April 28, 2014

Writers block

I sit down to write and I can't. 
I want to write about my mom and how I miss her more than anything. But I can't, cause my mom is only states away and yours is worlds. 
I want to write about you. But I don't know you like I should.
I almost wrote about tinder.... and I still might.... nahhh.
I want to write something that will be read and re read. I want to create an anthem. 
But I can't.
Cause I'm pretty sure I have ADHD and I just found play dough. 
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I'm back and I still can't write.
I would write about dating. but well I've never even had a boy friend... (other than taylor woodman in 7th grade for a day). 
I want to write in a way that pulls you out of your depression and gives you comfort.
But they said I'm not good at comforting and I listened. 
I want to write to my little brother. But he won't read with out me there.
I want to write that the thought of me not being there for him just made me cry,
But I can't cause I am not weak *can't be weak.
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I want to write my testimony. But that won't bring you back. 
I want to write about my best friend cause not enough people know her. I can't though cause my words would never do her justice. 
I could write about my dad, about how he is me and I am him. And how that scares me cause of how my mom talks about him. 
But I can't bring my self to do it.
I could write about the unknown but how am I supposed to do that when I'm already a teenager that knows it all?
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I could write endless remember whens. But that only makes me sad.
I want to write how I feel. But honestly I feel too many things at once. 
I want to write about regrets and mistakes...
But I also want to write something you'll want to read.
I honestly just want to write about my mom. 
But its too late now my lap tops about to die and the chargers on the other side of the room.


Sunday, April 27, 2014

Instructions

Hi I'm MaKayla Waters. since apparently thats what we're talking about on these things now, our "real" identities or what not, but I don't want to talk about that. That topic has been exhausted. I want to talk about INSTRUCTIONS and how to blow them off.

1. SCREW INSTRUCTIONS AND "HOW TO's" immediately ignore them. You don't need them.
Don't let any one tell you how to do something. (except the occasional teacher, because thats what they are paid for)
We have been drilled over and over this semester to be different and unique. You can't do that when you are following the same steps everyone else is.

2. come up with your own instructions.

the end

Monday, April 7, 2014

I can't wait

I can't wait to meet you. I can't wait for our skin to brush, for that moment we'll know. I can't wait to be "your girl." I can't wait for your look, the look that strikes straight through me, the one that alters my breathing. I can't wait to hate to fall asleep cause that'll be 7 hours I won't be with you. I can't wait to find my self with you. I can't wait for your voice, the only one that will matter, the one that can send my body into overdrive. I can't wait for our "firsts." The first time we see each other looking back, our first over thought perfectly planned and ruined words, our first kiss that excites and envelopes me, my first love, and last.

I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait.

 I can't wait to be the reason behind your smile. I can't wait to know what makes you tick and know how to change your mood. I can't wait to fight with you and makeup after realizing we can't stay mad at each other. I can't wait to let you win, even though heaven knows how hard that is for me. I can't wait to call you after a bad dream to hear your voice slurred with the dreams you had been pulled so abruptly from, to know its all ok by just one word out of your beautifully flawed mouth.

I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait.

I can't wait to fall in love with the freckles and scars that cover your body. I can't wait for you to love me back, to feel that over whelming life consuming love we read about in the books.  I can't wait to bring you home, for my family to pull me aside after dinner and comment on the way you look at me when I'm not looking, for them to say "don't let this one go, he's different." I can't wait to have sleepless nights mapping out our future, to spend all night talking about the stars and how they make us wonder. I can't wait to fall asleep in your arms, to wake up to your lulled breathing.

I can't wait.  I can't wait. I can't wait.

I can't wait for our love to transcend through time. For people to aim for our love. I can't wait for our life. I can't wait to age with you, to re fall in love with you every day. I can't wait to never tire of the way you say goodnight. I can't wait to know everything there is to know about you, but to still be surprised by your unconditional love you show me. I can't wait to grow old with you. To be that old couple that never loses that "sparkle." I can't wait to forever be affected by you.


 I can't wait. I can't wait. I can't wait.

But for now I just can't wait to meet you.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Jealous of slam

12:01 By: Samuel Hawkins
"Truly no bliss if we've never been broken."

"This is the other side of gloom."

"This is YOUR time check the time." 

"This is living when the world says die, this is telling the 
truth with your testimony, when the world says lie." 

"The other side of darkness has already come."

I want to be him. I want my words to change you. I want my voice to impact you. I want to be the reason you believe in your self again. I want you to see your beauty and perfection. I want to pick you up when you fall through words not action. I want my words to be a lighthouse unto others. I want to be your reason for hope. I want my words to be backed by music. I want my words to apply to more than just the beauty queens.  "This is a song for the broken a song for the coping and a song for the hoping." 
I want to make you fall in love. (the way I fell in love with the way he believed in me.) I want to show you it's all worth it. But mostly I want to be a slam poet.