Up (a poem I wrote at 1:16 in the morning because I couldn't sleep and had nothing better to do)

I'm floating up up UP past the sea of buildings
treetops don't exist here but the roofs of my urban home are bleakly staring at me
i don't know where i'm going since i'm horrid with directions
what is g-p-s
i barely know my a-b-cs
a-d-d to the problems plaguing me
i'm crazy
or at least that's what they tell me
my brain and my body do not match
they are two separate creatures from two totally different environments
forced together in a cramped depressing shell of a life
animal control! my remote is broken
click click clack
do you see
the rhythm is wack
was i rhyming
the similar sounds send my sight into a swirl
my brain is perplexed and astounded
my eyes hurt
crossing like x's
dotty spots above the i's
g do u c
why my memory is wrong
i never talked to you
i didn't talk to anyone
i just went about my business
floating up up UP past the sea of buildings

*according to my friend, the message he got was "i'm just going to keep moving forward no matter the difficulties". My reply was "wait, there was a message? I'm serious dude, I just opened up a new tab and wrote this in like five minutes cause my brain was like 'i wanna talk pretty words at chu' and i'm so sleep deprived i'm like 'k'. But he liked it, so that's cool. And yes, the image above is from the movie Up, but that's not what I wrote the poem about. I did however edit the image above using Photobucket.com, so you got double the creativity from me today.*

Body

I've been thinking about changing my look for next year. It's a little late, since it's expected that you change your style in high school, but I've been dressing pretty much the same way since 6th grade and now I'll be a senior. But I'm tired of my shirts with phrases and pictures my whole school has seen multiple times, the jeans that for some reason seem a lot bigger now then they did before, and the bandanas I would quickly tie on my head every other morning because my hair was untamed. Not a very good look.

I don't know what I want my new look to be. I'm really not good at saying what I want, but I'm great at saying what I don't want. I guess I narrow down my options so I can make a decision. It make take a while, but it's really all that works for me.

I like my hair straight. I don't like how I have to nearly burn my scalp to keep it that way, but no pain, no gain. If I keep my hair straight, my mom said I could get streaks. Is she serious? No idea. I keep bringing it up subtly so she knows I really want this. I think I would get hot pink streaks in my hair. I like pink.

Other than my hair, I don't know what I want. Skirts make me feel ridiculous no matter what length, same with shorts really. I can't ever wear skinny jeans or leggings as pants, and I prefer to somewhat cover my skin, but if I wear a jacket, then I'm fine with short-sleeve. Body, body, body, why do we conflict so much?