Prized Poetry

Here's a poem I wrote. I really don't want anyone to read this becuase frankly, I think it's terrible. We can't all be great Walt Whitman, but I try. I seem to have run out of topics to write about each week so maybe poetry will spice this up a bit. So sit down with a warm cup of cocoa and feast your eyes on this baby.

Anxious sprinted to the mailbox
Opened the letter
Frolicked around

Anxious bought me new apparel fit for a new school
Anxious found me a roommate
So I was completely secure with myself
Anxious mapped out my dorm room
Specifically placing everything in its perfect place
Anxious was excited to meet new friends
Was psyched to see best friends as old as the universe
Anxious took me to my first frat party
And brought me home jealous and worn out the next morning
Anxious went to the furiously fun football game against Notre Dame

Anxious called her parents every night
Gave them the I-miss-you-dearly-speech on the phone
Never knew being away would be so lonely
Anxious took the Amtrak home every Friday

Anxious sprinted to the mailbox
And grinned at her grades
Saying to herself, “this rocks!”

-Britt