a little note

For those who might be joining us for the first time, we know the poems are crappy.
We know the drawings are.....special. 

That is the point. Revel in the angst of a teen poet in the 90's who spent too much time in advanced English classes talking about themes in literature and capitalizing words to add importance. 

See the glory of five minute sharpie drawings illustrating the difficulties of a highschooler or just pure bullshit that she thought sounded deep at the time.

Realize that your shitty teen poetry was probably just as shitty as this and it's okay. 
Love it for what it is in all it's splendor.

Above all else, Laugh.

-Christy

Epic Poem #9

"There is no time for feelings,

no time.

The world is rushing around you,

don't be left behind.

Come on, come on, catch up if you can!

No one cares anyway.

You'll only be slowed down by such emotions.

Come on."

Someone once told me that.

Someone.  *

 * I got nothing, so I drew a manatee.

Epic Poem #8

Silence stops me,

and I

stand

in the desert of

my mind and

listen

to the sounds

of myself

laughter

laughter?

yes 

definitely

my echo

laughs at the

person I

have

become.

Feet

*Facebook Status Update*

Me, in my head: *snif snif snif* "I smell feet. Is it my feet?"

I smell them; nope, fine.

 
"Is it my pits? Nope." 

I'm getting to the point where maybe it's my...lady area? Nope.

Then I realize, it's my hands.

 
My hands smell like feet because I've been petting the dog. The dog smells like feet. Reeks of feet.

Apparently a giant foot must have been planted in the backyard without my knowledge and she's been rolling around on it. Jeeeeebus Christmas.

Epic Poem #7

Princess Niñita

Walks toward the shadows

In which she believes life lies.

But she, innocent, a child

Naïve

as we all were,

sucked in by the absurdity of 

the importance of

money and

reputation

and the

casting off of

dandelions

as a ritual of new
beginning instead

of the death

of a child,

crying.

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Epic Poem #6

Come along with me and I shall take you where

The flowers sing praises with even the slightest stirring of the wind.

Where the birds sing out the glorious anthem of morning

With the sun's early rising.

Where Mother Nature is alive and well,

And she need not worry about extinction. 

This place, this heavenly place,

As fair and beautiful as it may seem,

Is but the Earth you are quite possibly standing on.

Such a place, you may think, could never be,

Yet you worry day after day about saving it,

And what will happen when you don't.

 
















But the answer to saving this majestic planet you call home

Lies not in a recycling bin,

Or an aluminum can drop-off center.

It lies in the hearts of all men.

It lies in planting a tree,

Or starting a garden,

 




















Or walking along the fickle border of the ocean 

That you begin to understand the full beauty of nature,

 
And you understand what must be done.

Target

*Facebook Status Update*

No kidding, I just had a debilitating gas situation at Target.

I kept trying to find an isolated aisle, and I couldn't, 

and I was almost doubled over in pain.

This was going to be an international incident wherein the Brentwood Target would be forever known as Ground Zero.