My virtual green notebook.

I grew some balls (is that p.c. yet?) and decided to put some of my old poetry on here. I figure if I want to write for a living I better get used to people reading it!

None of my poetry is titled. Actually it's not even dated. I'll always remember the exact date, time, and reason I wrote it, though. One of my favorite things about poetry is that it allows you to capture a moment, a feeling, down to the exact second you were feeling it. Like I said earlier--a little "time-capsule in words."

I won the Women's Club Writing Award for poetry in 10th grade for this. I still remember how embarrassed I was when the woman was standing there purging the lines for all to hear. I had no idea that was going to happen...and I'm pretty sure the crowd thought I was emotionally loaded. Yikes.

Isn't it funny how time seems to run its course

when it's full of road blocks, dead-ends and stop signs

no one intentionally builds one way streets

or breaks a promise

but you seem to be an expert

Without hearing the construction in front of me,

I drive along this bumpy, graveled road called life

my dreams hold my steering wheel, and the only radio playing is your laughter

I try to sing along but can't seem to find the station

accelerating with new hope, just to break for disappointment,

because no one told me to buckle up.

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