Poem Thursday 2

OK. I really don't know what to write.
If I'm perfectly honest,
I simply forgot.
Now I have 45 minutes to write an awesome poem.
Don't know if this'll happen.
Sor far it sounds like a rap in my head,
but isn't a rap
really poetry put to music?
I don't have much else to say
so I guess I'll say goodbye
to Poem Thursday 2.

I know it was really short
but I don't know what else to write.
I really just writing to write right now.
Try saying the last sentence
five times fast.
I'm really gonna go now.
It's time for bed.
I'll see you next time
probably around this time.

Growing Up

I have come to realize that I as I have gotten older, I have come to rely on my parents more. You would probably think that it would be the other way around, but not for me. I don't know when this started happening, but I know that it is. I usually feel that I am somewhat self-sufficient. I haven't asked my parents for spending money. I kept a pretty good control on my spending habits. I'm not sure of the exact amount, but I haven't spent too much. I have even learned to start eating what is in my room instead of what I have to spend money on. However, I had to ask my father today to help me pay for school. Why shouldn't he help me pay though? He is my father. He's the one that left all those years ago, leaving my mom to bring my sister and me up by herself. It just struck me as odd that he would have to pay for my school because I simply can't afford it. I never really thought about how expensive school really is. I never realized how hard it is to want to do something but not necessarily have the resources for it. I never realized just important it really is to have a budget. I don't know if this all means that I'm really becoming more dependent on my parents. Maybe it just means that I'm finally being able to rely on people to help me when I need it. I usually hate asking anybody, even my parents, for something when I feel I can do it on my own. I even applied for another job this summer so I can try to have a little more cash flow this summer. I don't know how that will work out. There's so many things going on. I might have to ask my father to help me get to England this time. I shouldn't have gone shopping. I would be ok if I hadn't gone shopping that day. I can't focus on that though. I just have to think about accomplishing what I want to get done. I want to accomplish my goal of getting to England. If that means that I have to ask my father for a little extra help, I will. We'll see how things go.

1st Poem Thursday

Welcome to the first poem Thursday! Here we go:

A Poem for Shoes
I look all around me
and I see them everywhere.
High ones,
low ones,
polka dotted too.
Cute and flirty,
they help me get from place to place.
I love having so many pairs.
What're these things you may ask?
They are my favorite pairs of heels.

It's Thursday

Hey guys! It's Thursday. Do you know what that means? That's right! It's the first week of the weekly poem thing that I'm doing and have no name for. Oh well. As it is only about an hour and a half into the first day of this, I don't quite have a poem yet. I know I've had a week to work on something, but I've been really busy. Today is a lot slower though so I should have time to write something today. That's all I really wanted to say. It's time for bed. Good night.