My name is Bailey, and this is 2013

mock poem..

I am Bailey

I am sixteen years old

I am a student, hardly studious

A girl, extremely curious

If I stand tall I am sixty-four inches high

My eyes change color with season passing through the sky

I have difficult brown hair

That is always changing

Sometimes it's long

Though always covered when its raining

Or it's short like a sad mister

Who lives on the streets, regrets that pester 

I am a student, a lady, a child

Almost a woman, but always a girl

I love worn antiques

And soft sighs

I am younger than Storm

Though older than Sky

I love the smell of rain 

And I prefer my tea hot

My coffee invisible

And I love a round of shots

Stars laugh, and sunsets depress me

I'm afraid of birds, I think they're filthy.

I like dirty pallets and dirty paint brushes

I work best in the quiet drone of soft hushes

I play acoustic guitar, poorly, mainly soft indie

But I hate matching socks, order is not within me.

I love cozy rooms lined with art and sliding doors

And because I'm afraid of heights, I'd rather sit on the floor

I like pens, pencils even better

And I wouldn't second guess buying an ugly sweater, 

I spend too much money on sketchbooks and oil paint

And chai tea, no complaint.

I don't believe in god, but pure morals are nice

My children may choose their own faith, though I'll offer my advice

I adore pearls and opal,

And perhaps one day I'd want a vintage ring

A gold ring, inscribed would be the word starling

Not now, I don't need it now

Just one day whenever time allows

I'll have a girl, September, though I'll call her Mae

And a boy, Damian, his name will remain the same

They'll have to wait, the world has no room for them yet

Though hopefully there will come a time, where I can bear my children with no regrets.

Subject to change

I believe woman are equals, though it'll never be so

Not with these degrading mardi gras shows

I know 435 facts about my favorite artist

But I don't understand why he isn't more famous

Melora and Sarah are my high school ideals 

They both have awkwardly sweet sex-appeal

I hate clutter, though I constantly live in it

My love is strong for tattoos and facial hair and schizophrenics

I love reptiles and rodents and feathers free of disease

I read Hayden and Evans and I love watching leaves dance with the breeze

I love wind and mary and early morning cartoons

And folk music and Rasputina and hallucinogenic shrooms

I'd like to be cultured, but I can't help but love Finn and Jake

Though I'm not a fan of Fiona and Cake

I daydream at night

Would that just be considered dreaming?

Even if I'm awake?

I love the wicked, because the world resents them

Now matter how evil, purity can shine through friendships

I hate sirens and boybands, though I'll never escape them

I'm honest, embarrassingly so

My innocence died at nine

Though at fourteen the world consumed me, I left my values behind

I eat too much, and then my stomach hurts, 

And if it were up to me, I'd live my life in a bus, on the road, following concerts
If the world were a stage, Shakespeare was correct
Though the world is no stage, I mean Shakespeare no disrespect
I'm a loner, oh how I hate being lonely
I'm a pessimist, except when I comfort the lonely
  I have morbid nightmares that I adore
And life without them, well it'd be quite a bore
Zeus and Thor are aliens
Their DNA and I are one
I talk too fast then I stutter
But talking slow is no fun
I don't want people to understand me
But they think they do
And they're probably right
Being mysterious isn't easy for me
It's not a trick I can learn over night
I need someone to need me, because I desperately need someone
We may have troubles at first, but it'll be worth it in the long run
I'm a deadly serious artist, in the least serious way
Paintings I paint, their values diminish by the passing day

I never wanted to go to Antarctica, though polar bears are nice at the zoo
I always felt psychosis was a proud issue
And at age five I was determined to tie my own shoes
I'm a Pieces down to the T
I hate coke-cola and stinky feet
And I support the minority
If I were Baptist, I'd be racist
And if I were racist I'd hate myself
I hate the war, but it's unavoidable
As a country I suppose we feel the need to prove oneself
I think I'm in love and sometimes it scares me
But he doesn't, with him I'll always be safe
His love, how it consumes me
I pray this is not only a phase
I'm a winter baby
My birthstone is aquamarine
I just wanted to introduce myself
My name is Bailey, and this is 2013