"Good Morning"

yet another poem post haha. this one i wrote for the love of my life, my boyfriend. he's just so incredible and he is  totally my muse, he is the object of my affection and i just love him dearly. :) enjoy!

when i fell asleep,
i was thinking of you,
and when i woke up,
my dream was still true.

you're still mine,
we are still in love,
i think someone likes us,
from up above.

they gave us this love,
now we have a chance,
at a wonderful life,
a beautiful romance.

and my dream was just great,
because you were there,
you grabbed onto my face,
and gave me a stare,

you know the stare,
where you give me that smile,
where i cant stop staring,
for a really long while.

you gave me ten kisses,
all over my face,
and you took your finger,
over my lips you trace.

i kissed you right back,
and you held my hand,
the love i feel for you,
you cannot understand.

i blushed really hard,
i turned beet red,
i think all this passion,
is getting to my head.

i snuggled my pillow,
continued to dream,
about you and i together,
we make such a great team.

i woke up this morning,
and you are still mine,
i guess that today,
the sun is gona shine!

the end ;) and i love yah babe ;)

Good Enough

I actually just finnished writing this poem about a sad experience of rejection i just got. I am very very let down about this, but just as always, writing got me through it. funny enough, i was rejected from a writing program at school... hmmm...

you are not accepted,
is what the letter said,      
we don't want you here,
is what i just read.

but what have i done?
i ask with a cry. 
you're just not good enough,
they say with a sigh.

from childhood up,
i tried my absolute best,
i studied real hard,
and i passed every test.

but why cant i go further?
is the question i ask,
but they assume i am not,
fit for such a task.

i'll do my very best,
i'd promised i'd try,
but im just not good enough,
and i wouldn't get by.

i just want a chance,
to show i am right,
for a place in your class,
i know i am bright.         

i tried and i tried,
theyre choice didnt change,
i guess my stuff isnt good enough,
i guess my writings too strange.

i know i am weird,
i know i don't fit in,
i only can write,
of the places i've been.

i guess i'm not creative,
i guess i'm not smart,
i guess they have no idea,
what to call art.

they don't even know me,
my strength and my want,
these are not qualities,
i particularily flaunt.

they cannot judge me,
or say i'm not good,
for if they read some more,
theyd change their minds, they would.

just because I write simply,
doesnt mean I write poor,
my writings have passion,
they have meaning, they have more.

i know i am good enough,
theyre stupid if they can't see.
i might not be good enough for them,
but i am good enough for me.

the end

"Stupid Nice Guys"

I wrote this poem, entitled "Stupid Nice Guys" about a lot of what I see today. So many nice guys who deserve a nice girl are sucked into the vortex of girls with boyfriends looking for some attention, so maybe some of you guys or girls who have been in the situation (I know I have) will relate to this.

he finally meets you,
he's found a sweet girl,
one he could take home,
as rare as a pearl

he knows you're spoken for
a fact that brews hate
he knows if he tries hard
you could be his soul mate        

you get to know eachother,
he is a good friend,
he gives you those butterflies,
you never want it to end.

you know you have someone,
but he doesnt compliment your smile,
in fact he hasn't said anything,
very sweet for a while.

you develop that crush,
you know the kind,
the one that keeps him,  
stuck in your mind.

you tell him your problems,
he listens and learns,
but for your touch and kiss,
is really what he yearns.

he waits for a while,
for a moment to move
when you've gotten into a fight,
he gets into his groove.

he lays upon you a kiss,
with the passionate feel,
you're feeling the fireworks,
unsure if its real.

but he's your best friend,
and your boyfriend doesnt know,
but you continue to kiss him,
you dont want that feeling to go.

when it comes time to choose,
you know you must stay,
the real love for your first,
will not go away.

he looks in your eyes,
unsure what to say,
i guess those kisses,
meant nothing anyway.

and those words and those actions,
saying he was a great guy,
saying you wish you could choose,
saying this is making you cry.
                                                           
he doesnt know what to believe,
you've broken his heart,                  
he thought you'd leave him,
and your relationship would start.  

he feels so abandoned,
he feels so used,                            
he had thought that you loved him,     
he feels so abused.
                                                            
you move on with your life,
sad to have lost a good guy,
but you go back to your boyfriend,
without a blink of an eye

you kiss him goodmorning,
tell him you love him so,
that theres nobody in the world,
to whom youd rather go.

he has no idea,
you're telling a lie,
to you hes just another,
stupid nice guy.

Cool Girls Like Us

they say its cause,
my music is too loud,
my shirts are to guy-ish
they really arent proud

i resemble a woman,
but i act like a man,
but i dress like one too,
they never understand.

cause my voice it projects,
cause my shirts are too large,
cause i talk about my sexuality,
cause i am in charge. 

its because i dont live for pink,
and i burp at the table,
doesn't mean im not like you,
doesn't mean im not stable.

because i curse way too much,
because i'd smile at a stanger,
because i had a drug phase,
doesnt mean im much danger.

cause i always laugh,
when someone farts,
cause i hangout with guys,
i still have female parts.

just cause i am myself,
i can't be accepted,
but really i am,
it is YOU whos rejected.  

you think we all want you,         
the people like me,
but we watch and we laugh,
you're faker than barbie.

we love who we are,
and we will never change,
the cool girls like us,
we will always be strange.

if that makes me weird,
then i celebrate it,                      
whats the point in being yourself,
if you're just going to hate it?   

learn to love the hate,
that people give you,
all it can mean,
is that you are true.

Imagine If...

So I was facebook stalking and one page brought me to another and then another and all the sudden I stumbled upon this girl I know but I cannot stand. To me, this girl had always been mean to everyone a little different, was selfish, rude, one of those class A bitches that we so hate. But she was STUNNING.. and when i say stunning, i mean it. Like I couldn't find insults on her appearance, cause shes just so beautiful.

Then.... I had a thought. As I was jealously wishing I was as beautiful as most of these people I see, I realized that a lot of them I hadn't liked. Was it because of appearance or events? I guess a bit of both.

So I thought, imagine if your looks changed based on who you are on the inside. Like the nicer and more accepting and better of a person you are, the better looking you are, and vise versa.

See heres the way I see it: In today's society, as much as we preach about "be the best YOU you can be" "looks don't matter its whats on the inside", looks will come into play when concerning the person you end up with, and/or the job you can end up with (if its a 'serving the public' kind of job, people prefer a prettier face). So why can't people who are amazing people be in amazing jobs? or find a mate whos equally as amazing? Instead of the hot girls with no personality and who are selfish gold-diggers going for the rich nice guys who are ugly, well the rich nice guys would be hot, and then the nice girls who are worth dating will ALSO be hot! its a win win for cool people like you (i assume if you read my blog you're automatically awesome in every way) and me! ya get me?

So this isn't as much a post to complain, more just like me and my silly monday morning ideas, because its not fair how people who are ugly on the inside are allowed to be pretty on the outside and get whatever they want and do whatever they please because they're good looking and for some reason we put those people so high up on a pedestal that they have to make us do everything for them because if they do one thing they'll fall off the pedestal to their untimely death.

^ i think that was me subtly complaining.

I guess my big moral that has nothing to do with anything but also everything to do with anything is to actually get to know people first, which seems liek a big big pattern in my blogs. Too often I watch good people get judged too soon and too harshly. I see it happen to a lot of my guy friends; take one look at a girl whos a 7 and go naaahh shes not hot... but in truth she is hot on the inside and out. But they say no cause they're too busy chasing that 10 that put them in the friendzone a year ago but they're sure they can escape like THERES NO ESCAPE. 1/1000000000000 is an exception and im telling you, its not you because it was my boyfriend. so wait until another 99999999999 guys try to get out friendzone, and when they all fail, you go for it. looolll thats a joke don't do that. 

anyways, off to make the bills at work, have a nice day !

from pencil to paper, to keyboard to computer screen, 

JUS

Goodnight Reality; poems by jus

I wrote this poem, entitled Goodnight Reality, about a dream I had a while back- not to be confused with an experience of mine or anyone I know.

I sat there and talked,

my family all around,
i sat there and talked,
and nobody made a sound.    

some kid came and pointed,
"theres nobody there,
you look pretty stupid,
the other kids are starting to stare".

i looked up and laughed,
"right there is my friend,
and there is another"    
the kid did not comprehend          

"thats my mom, thats my dad,
they live up in heaven,      
and right there is my brother,
they died when i was seven"

"you may not see them,
but thankfully I do,
they come down to visit,
i know it is true"

one big kid came up,
sat right infront of me,
"so im sitting on one?"
he mocked out with glee.

"thats my mom!" i screamed, 
i ran away and cried,
why does nobody understand,
that i had not lied.               

these ghosts are real,
i see them all day,
they follow me around,
teach me what to do and say.

although i am orphaned,
i am not alone,
for one day i'll go to them,
in their heavenly home.

ill tell them i miss them,
each and every day,
but i wont anymore,
cause im there to stay.

i got my chair and my rope,
and with it a big frown,
for i'll miss my friends here,
but in memories i drown.

i hung myself up,
i tied the rope tight,
goodmorning to my family,
to reality, goodnight.