"I Can Fix Myself"

Too often I think to myself

of the things I need to change.

Habits, thoughts, and actions past

that stink, my fetid mange.

Most would wash off easily

if I took initiative.

But it's harder when I'm labeled,

told guidelines of how I live.

They say they know me "all too well"

and in many ways they do.

but with personal introspection,

in more ways that's not true.

So despite the pattern time has told

I'll always look ahead.

I'm a Devil Dog, I can fix myself

with help from overhead.

"The Color Blue"

This is a poem I wrote, ironically enough, a couple days before January 21st. I swear I didn't know there was such a thing as "National Blue Day" or whatever it's called. I just happened to realize I was feeling blue, whilst wearing a blue shirt and jeans at the same time! 

So naturally I wrote a poem about it. The first thing of all the things I've been writing down as of late. 

The Color Blue

I often wear the color blue,

a mantle of the deepest hue.

But is it the garment on my back?

or do I hoist it-like a pack.

Either way,

today,

it seems to be my color.

What's in a Blog?

Honestly? I don't really know yet....I do however write the occasional cheesy poem when I'm bored at school, and sometimes I jot down a few thoughts. Maybe there's space for those things here.

But either way, this is my first real attempt at an online blog like this, (Facebook and Myspace will never count) so I'll try not to take myself too seriously. Anyway though if this place still looks pretty generic I blame it on my unfamiliarity with this whole shebang, so give it some time. 

For me? :D