Aside from that, SUCCESS!!!!...so far. The speech went well. I flubbed a few quotes because of nerves and exhaustion, but I accept this. My poem turned out well and I feel comfortable posting it here, so I shall. One more assignment for the day, so cross your fingers that I somehow finish this book and come up with a reasonable discussion topic that incorporates the text and deconstruction theory.
In other, exciting news, my teacher extended the 10 page research paper due date to Dec. 2. I. LOVE. HER.
Here's the poem: (and no comments on the title; it made sense)
New Moon
But you and I are brave as we traverse this mysterious void
with only 150 watts of light to guide us.
No landmarks to be seen,
all our maps and compasses useless,
now its instinct we must trust,
as we pass through this black hole—
just you and me and the used
Honda we bought in Hope on a whim.
The stars, like a frightened child,
seek refuge in the safety of their pitch-black blankets,
leaving us behind in a moonless sky—
without mom we’re all cowards, right?
I’ve taken the wheel so you can rest
and dream about an end to this endless journey,
while I dream too—ignoring the ache
of my foot pressing down on the accelerator-
hoping when you wake I’ll see the sun
reflected in your hazel eyes
and this shapeless, colorless place will be nothing
but a vague memory in our rearview mirror.
New Moon
But you and I are brave as we traverse this mysterious void
with only 150 watts of light to guide us.
No landmarks to be seen,
all our maps and compasses useless,
now its instinct we must trust,
as we pass through this black hole—
just you and me and the used
Honda we bought in Hope on a whim.
The stars, like a frightened child,
seek refuge in the safety of their pitch-black blankets,
leaving us behind in a moonless sky—
without mom we’re all cowards, right?
I’ve taken the wheel so you can rest
and dream about an end to this endless journey,
while I dream too—ignoring the ache
of my foot pressing down on the accelerator-
hoping when you wake I’ll see the sun
reflected in your hazel eyes
and this shapeless, colorless place will be nothing
but a vague memory in our rearview mirror.
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