worst sonnet ever

When i have to stop and think about the

Passing traffic; Clocks slow because i

feel at ease in your innocent presence.

Glaring through my hair at paint that's now dry

on the surface, stained upon your skin.

Isn't it funny when you try to wash it

off but all it does is stick? It sinks in

quite well, doesn't it? After a while you wash it

off. Only now you find it surprising that

something you have grown so use to is gone.

Should you not feel happy and relieved? What

you once wanted no longer feels right. Gone

is the color that brightened up the day.

Changes made as things delay. I cant stay.

I cant tell you how many times

i get reminded about my appearance

while walking down Hollywood blvd.

Today is the second day we had nice weather

in more then three months.

The purpose of my large straw hat is

to conceal my skin from the harsh sun.

Its job was to shield me from the world

yet i can still hear the cat calls

still i avoid eye contact with

strangers passing by.

I know they're admiring me,

but i don't feel flattered.

They say that beauty's only skin deep

and though i don't know who "they" are

i hope they're right.

I want people to look at me and see

the ugly and crude and rude.

i want to be so naive that i forget

the naked eye cant see past the exterior.

I doubt people look at me and instantly know

that i steal.

My first impression doesn't scream

chain smoker

pot head

insensitive

selfish or bitch

but something much more surreal.

I long for simplicity

I want to be innocently admired

but here i am no longer a child.

now i have to decide if i want to take advantage

of this curse

#4

Los Angeles public transportation

makes me cringe.

I hate it more then anything.

and although i make various trips on the bus

through out the week

i never find the experience pleasant.

Here am the day before i turn

seventeen and i already feel my

youthful curiosity fading.

Theres a little girl sitting in front of me

shes about four or five.

i can see her looking at anything and everything.

wide eyed and soaking her surroundings in.

she looks excited and not a moment passes

where shes not looking at something.

"What was that!" she screamed

when the bus came to an abrupt stop.

I wish simple things still entertained me

fascinated me and captivated me,

but tomorrow i turn seventeen

and i just reached my stop.

Fig Tree

I glanced at the starless sky

while walking one cold night

and thought of you.

I walked in silence till i came across a tree

which was splitting in half.

I thought about us.

i found it curious that someone had tied it together

in an effort to keep the fig tree together.

I thought about the person who did this.

Who did they think they were choosing the fate

of the two sides? What if it didnt want to be one.

I thought about life.

How could someone, an anonymous

person, force that which doesnt want to be brought together?

i took a drag of my cigarette and glanced at the fig tree one last time

before i continued my walk home.

As i approached my house i made a promise to my self.

I would never talk to you again.

The phone rang and I broke the promise i had just made.

I thought about that damn tree.