9/14/04. Tuesday

Yesterday, I forgot to add an entry for yesterday which I am doing today before tomorrow comes in 35 minutes. Got that?

I got off the bus on Vermount/Beverly. I went to the corner. This guy guy caught my attention. I felt like he wanted me. I wouldn't pay attention to him. I was anxious to get away from him. I want to focus on my life, not sex. When I became successful, then i will start thinking of a new lover. Right now was not the time for a fling or a new lover. He was handsome. It was hard NOT to look at me. He didn't stop looking at me.

I went to class. It was much better. I am getting an hang of the class. It was cold in the room too. I was glad I brought the coat with me. I was learning new things in class like atl + shift D = Date. T is the time. I was excited. It will take me far. I can see myself working at a publisher or some studio. It was a dream. Perhaps, I can get my book published.

I gave the teachers my work. I didn't do that well. I need to do the papers again. There was 30 minutes left. I couldn't redo my work. I did the next best thing; I uploaded the class' school papers on yahoo briefcase. I should have done this two years ago. I bet I would have finish the class. Everything was in the briefcase. I went straight home. I jumped into the work. I did the papers again. It took me a while to figured what I went wrong. The papers look better now. I can print the papers in class, then he will grade them. I will go on to something else.

Today, I mostly did more poems. I was happy with all of them. Here is one...

 

Unhappy Home

By Kazz Falcon

 

I wasn’t happy living at home

My parents fought all the time

They blamed each other for everything

Neither of them shows me any attention

I was sad inside

I was a good kid

I wasn’t getting good grades

I thought it was my fault

I did something wrong

They claimed I was the root of the problem

I tend to believe that

If I was never born, they will be happier

I don’t know why I deserve the abuse

All kids wanted to be love by a parent

I was in a hateful environment

They never ever wanted me at all

I was a mistake they foolish made

I was paying for their mistake

Why me?

I was innocence

I didn’t have a choice to come into this world

I just happened

Presto, I was born 9 months later

They felt like they were forced into marriage

I was the blame for the fighting

That was my unhappy home