TacoSexyFail• Show poetry

Hi, I'm Hannah. I'm alot of things I'm not proud of, but hey, aren't we all? The typicals: Hypocrite, liar, yadda yadda no one cares. What is there to say about me? Not much. I could talk about my past and everything I've 'gone through', but that wouldn't let you know who I was, would it? No. Sometimes I think other people know us better than we do. Then when those people tell us things about us, good or bad, we deny it sometimes. Especially the bad stuff. I was thinking maybe I should have some friends of mine tell you a bit about myself. But I don't have someone thats that close to me that would put the good and the bad. Mostly just the good.
I guess one could say that I am a nonconformist. My hair is constantly changing. I've gone from long and brown to short and brown with blonde streaks, to short and black, to really short and spiked in the back and black, and its been that way ever since. Some people say I look like a guy. Well, I do sorta. My father gave me his facial features. Yet, I am quite presentable. Not an ugly girl, no. I've been told by many that I'm pretty. And yeah, I believe it. So. Doesn't matter what anyone else really thinks.
I dress comfortably. Jeans and a T-shirt on some days. While others just a tank-top and a hoodie, with jeans. I like skinny jeans. They don't make me look skinny, they're just really comfortable. Shorts, yeah, in the summer. My legs are quite pasty...I should work on that. But meh, I'll tan.
I'm not girly. I'm not into the whole jewelry and excessive make-up and pink this and pink that. No. Some people say I'm on the dark side. But I don't think of myself as dark. I think of myself as...well...me. I may wear dark clothes, but then I'll wear something bright with it to lighten me up. I don't know how to describe myself. Not that you all really care, right? You're just here for my poetry.
Some people say I give good advice, but I can only think of one person that I've actually helped. And that person comes and goes...as I do for them. I'll be willing to help, sure. But don't come to me for a stupid situation. "My girlfriend cheated on me, what do I do?" Wtf do you mean what do you do? You know what the hell to do. Either leave her or talk it out or something. Nothing I can do in that situation.
I get angered easily. I've been told I'm Bi Polar. I don't really care. I don't smoke, nor do I drink. I'm not into drugs and sex, yet I'm not big on the church idea either. I love God, I really do, with all my heart. But I've drifted away, and I keep drifting away. I can't seem to stay in one place. I can't find a place where I'm comfortable. So I'm right in between.
Don't be stupid. Don't piss me off. Don't ask me why you aren't mentioned on my page. Don't state the obvious. dnt typ lyk dis. Seriously. I am a huge grammar nazi. I hate people that type like that. Even if you don't capitalize your sentences and use 'u' for you, I automatically assume you are 13 years old. When I was 13 years old I could type better than that.
My poetry isn't the happiest. Despite whatever it says, I'm a happy person. I'm trying to be a happy person. Everyone is. My poems may seem suicidal, but I'm not. Its just the places that my mind roam. Ha. I get inspiration randomly. I just wrote a poem, out of nowhere I got inspiration. Pretty neat. Anyway. Thats pretty much it.
As for people--Dustin and Paul are my brothers. I love them to death. They've never stopped caring about me, and I hope they never will. They mean alot to me, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Amber is my sister. She knows everything, because I tell her everything. I don't like it when she's mad at me. It makes me feel disgusted...unless I'm mad at her too. Sam is my best friend. We were best friends in '98, then she moved. After 11 years, here we are, World History--4th period. We've been together every weekend since we realized who the other one was. Crazy, right? Talk about reunited. Michael is my boyfriend. He leaves for Basic Training July 21st. I don't know how I'm going to work that out, but I'm staying strong for him, and for me. We're going to make it work.
Goodbye.

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Great conversations with friends that just have to be shared.<3
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Tyler says:
that's y i luv/hate u yo
all at the same time
ur like a soda ^^
when someone has you, u can bring them up but only for a short period of time cause after that u drop them down..
Ambrosia says:
Lmfao.
I'M THE BEST ENERGY DRINK EVER.
Tyler says:
lol thats wut she said
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Hannah says:
You know, if we all ever lived together in the same house, I'd end up cleaning everything. *Gets up to take up Tyler's tray, because he is too lazy to do it himself.*I'd be washing your clothes, making your beds...*walks to other side of cafeteria, and returns to this conversation*
Kevin says:
*laughter from all guys at table* Yea yea okay okay aight. So, I get her on Tuesdays, Robbie has Mondays, Deven gets Fridays, Hunter Thursdays, Kyle Sundays, Damron Saturdays, and...Tyler, you get leap day.
Hannah says:
*laughs* Oh..wait..OH NO!
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Hunter says:
*puts down cookies, done eating lunch.* Ah..does anyone have any chewing devices?
Hannah says:
No, mine ran out of batteries. *Mouth drops open, eyes go wide, and every guy at the table turns their head and stares..then, on cue...*
All but Hannah says:
OoOhh, Thats what she said!!!!
Hannah then puts her head down and laughs uncontrollably.
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Story from a class that a friend of mine, Hunter, is in:
A friendly review game, Jeapordy form. Hunter's group is never picked, the teacher never looks at them. Hunter takes mini-white board as question is asked.
"What does so and so have that the other does not?"
Hunter flips over the board: "WHAT IS JESUS?"
Teacher: HUNTER!! GET IN THE CORNER BEFORE I STRANGLE YOUR NECK, BOY!!"
*Laughter. And a write up.*
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Geometry Tale from last year:
End of the year, seniors are exempt from exams.
Teacher: 'Senios, can I talk to you all in the hallway, please."
All seniors leave, while the rest of us wait patiently. The door opens, and Clay walks in staring at the cieling in wonder.
"So thats where babies come from..?"
*Laughter.*
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More stories to be added.

--"And alas, the words of pure minds are masked away with immature battles, slaughtered into ignorance; having no recognition of their future." --Alyx Cosnahan.