Rebound!

Egos. We all have them, whether we like it or not.

They're inside us vulnerable, just waiting to be shot.

It's related to stupidity, which is not always preventable,

Frankly we have moments that are sometimes regretable.

 Remember some of the stupid things you've done..

Your ego is punctured and you just want to run.

Like when you went for a kiss, and you down right missed,

Or how you said "thank you" before a compliment shared back to you.

Your ego is wounded, surprise surprise!

You wish those moments were lost, or somehow disguised.

But when this feeling happens, and it is ever so bad,

the 'rebound' kicks in, and you forget you are mad.

At least I try to make it that way, and move on from what was,

we can't change the past; the reason..? Just because.

Get how egos and rebounds are kinda one in the same,

especially when you feel you've damaged your name.

If it's too late to fix it or too late to rewind..

Rebound, don't think of it! It eases your mind.

Always try to do this, it shoves away the pain,

Learn from those moments and loose the selfish blame.

YO!

Shopoholic...?

To all you J CREW lovers out there!

J CREW, J CREW, what a lovely store. 

When I find my self shopping there I simply want more.

More of the pretty, more of the class.

J crew I love you and all your sophisticated sass.

'Why might i write this silly poem?', I know that's what you're thinking.

But if you hate on J CREW your style is obviously stinking.

J CREW J CREW, my most favorite store,

I think I love you now, more than ever before...

GLAD

I'm thankful for a lot; thankful for all I've got.
My car, my shoes, the electronics I use.
The trees the sky, and every butterfly.
I'm grateful for my pals and the excitement they bring.
I'm grateful for music, and the ability to sing.
My clothes, my body, and even my face,
Im grateful for earth, and every human race.

My school, my tools, and the receptionist's booking,
My home, my room, and especially Mom's cooking.
I'm thankful for Family; my eternal friends.
I'm thankful for every penny my father lends.

My teachers, my leaders, and my beloved Prophet,
the future, the edge, and the ability to jump off it. (metaphorically)
I'm grateful for the gospel and the happiness it offers,
I'm grateful for my Savior and the love that he proffers.
My soul, my knowledge, the hope that I have,
the things I am grateful for- my cause to be GLAD.

Sir

Do we know each other? You seem familiar.
Like a dream of a dream, when you and I were sillier..?
Maybe I remember a few times a fun.
Maybe I remember you, more than I remember anyone...

I don't know for sure, it all seems a blur.
But maybe, just maybe, I remember you, Sir.

Like we danced in the street, or like we climbed down a cliff,
Like when you and I were up to some serious mischief...
Like we shared our favorite stories- especially our favorite songs,
Maybe when you and I knew that as 'peguins' they belonged?

Like we trusted one another,
Like we looked forward to seeing each other...
Like some feelings were real and would not shove away,
Like we counted on one another, and as friends we would stay.

But Sir, do I know you? You seem familiar.
Your'e standing in front of me, but you look a lot sillier.
I know I knew you once, but I don't know you now.
In fact, its strange to me that we were even friends somehow.

You're the one who promised but also the one that left.
You're the one that changed it, I would've never guessed.
Do I like who you are, do I believe you're still the same?
Do I appreciate the way you've played this stupid game?

I wanna be you're friend and I have for awhile,
I want to break the ice with you and maybe see a real smile.
I knew you once, and you knew me,
but we're strangers now and it looks like that's how its going to be.


I think you blew it Sir. You know why and how.
But Sir, it's all over. It's too late now.

It's Something!

First post on my blog, and I have not an idea of how to work it, but here goes.  My name is Olivia, I'm a student, a sister, newly interested blogger, and I am a Mormon.  There you go.