A poem, a poem

This last Christmas

"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart"....I actually strongly dislike that song, so let's just pretend that never happened, shall we"
"But Netti, you have a backspace key, just press it" It's called dramatic effect. I have a hard time editing what I say, why change what I write? =P
Moving right along.

This last Christmas, I gave my parents a book - or a compilation rather- of several pieces I have written. I'd like to share one of those with you tonight. It is a poem I wrote that I like to read from time to time because it helps me to keep my focus where it should be. Anyhow, enjoy =)

Purpose:

A poem by Netti Miller, 11/1/10.

Purpose. Drive. Ambition. Destiny.

Refresh.

Repeat.

There are some things that I hate to feel. Some emotions I fight against with walls and knives of steel.

I asked once, “Hey boy, what’s that mark on your arm? And that one and that one?” He says, Rugby, Rugby,” He says, “girl I was aimless. I was nothing but aimless.”

And my heart jumps and skips and waits for reassurance. Am I in the right place, am I in the right time?

“Hey girl, what’s that slice in your hand?” She says, “Well there was this party…” [cue long and involved story] Do you think I can’t tell when you lie?

Purpose. Drive. Ambition. Destiny.

Refresh.

Repeat.

I hate to feel aimless, I hate to feel lost. I hate to feel like there’s nothing left. Like there’s no worthy cause.

Press on, push on, fight on.

Fight for reasons, fight for sense, fight for-

Purpose. Drive. Ambition. Destiny.

Refresh.

Repeat.

<3