Ordinary

I'm just ordinary.
Nothing spectacular,
I don't stand out in a crowd,
nothing about me
would get your attention.
I'm just as plain as your
next-door-neighbor.
But I'm a person.
I feel, I think, I speak, I breathe.
I live, I know.
I am a good person, and
although you wouldn't
look at me twice, I'm here.
Watching.
Waiting.
Deserving.
I'm just the girl next to you
on a bus, in line for coffee,
eating food.
My heart aches from your apathy.
I'm here, I exist,
but because I am nothing
extraordinary, I don't even
register on your radar.
I am invisible.
Nothing to write home about.
I'm just ordinary.
I'm just me.

Finding Something Where it doesn't Belong

Look here, kitty. My
cashmere sweater is not where
you will be sleeping.

Discovery Poem

What do you do when you discover
you're not so special after all,
that you're just like everyone else?
Everything about you is average
and mediocre-you don't stand
out in a crowd.
How do you move on when you learn
that you're not unique, that you
aren't doing, saying, or even thinking
anything that hasn't been done, said,
or thought before you, or that isn't
even occuring right now?
Do you accept this life of mediocrity
that has been handed to you,
or do you dare strive for more, for
the world, the moon, the stars?
There's nothing extraordinary
about you at all.
What do you do now?
You sit around and hope that
one day, someone will come along
and prove you wrong.

Disaster Poem

In the blink of an eye,
in the briefest of moments,
everything changes.
Houses are toppled,
glass shattered,
people injured, homeless,
some even dead.
Mother Nature vents
her anger-
we must bear
the brunt of it.

Grad School

I've decided to apply for graduate school at UMSL (University of Missouri St. Louis for you playing along outside of Missouri). I am going to try for an M.F.A in poetry. The deadline for application is February 1, 2010. I need to submit a collection of 15-20 poems, so I need to start going through my work and picking out my best ones. Luckily, I still have my collection from the independent writing project I did during my final semester, as well as the collection of poems I write for Richie. (he has his own little book of poems I've written for him throughout the course of our relationship) Let's just hope my poems are up to the university's standards. I'll keep you updated throughout the process.


What I'm reading: From the Corner of His Eye by Dean Koontz
Quote of the day: "The gods of the Mojave don't know the meaning of the word moderation." ~Odd Thomas, Dean Koontz

Start Over Poem

I'm back to a place I never thought
I would be back to. I'm back in
the dating game- I've lost my love.I
'm gone from the comfort zone, I've
lost the knowledge of a whole other
person, the security blanket, the love.
I've fallen from the highest peak.
I must now pick myself up, dust
myself off, and start over. I must
go back out into that awful,
strange, maddening world of
dating. I wasn't supposed to
be back here. I was supposed
to have found that one. I thought
I was set for life. Now I'm back
at the beginning. Now I must
start over.

Numbers Poem

(for Brad and Catherine)



150 guests spread out among
dozens of chairs to watch
these two good, kind people
join as one in holy matrimony.