The Amaranthine Poet

Capturing Irony in the Eye of a Storm

I want the book with the blank pages and the music notes on it. My psychology teacher thinks I think too much, I think he analyzes too much. My math teacher told me to behave this weekend, I wonder why he thinks I would misbehave. I think they are both amazing teachers. I walked into class late, with an attempt to be surreptitious, but my chair fell over and made a big noise and I made a big entrance. Why did we have a conversation in my ASL class about a horse’s “thingy”? Trees really do talk, just not verbally. Substitute teachers should consider ditching the lesson plan and letting us play “heads up 7-up.” Just because you are full of book knowledge, does not mean you are capable of distributing book knowledge(teaching). I am a not a teacher’s pet. I don’t need to be someone’s pet to acknowledge the fact that s/he is an actual person. Why is life more beautiful while we are listening to music? Why do singers sing about lives that they don’t live? If we sing about the way we want to live, why can’t we live that way? Reality is depressing, and art is blissful, so why can’t art be a reality? I have officially been “attacked” by a June bug twice in my life…I hate them more than anyone I know. There are little bug legs still on my dashboard. 51 years of life, 19 years of me and you never learn: A rose loves you and blooms on your window sill every morning, but you leave your curtains closed; soon the rose will wilt and never bloom for you again, so wake up and smell the roses. I lost my glasses, but I find that I can see better when I form the shape of glasses with my hands and place them over my eyes…seriously, lol…I look like a nerd, but do I look like I care? I still think that my great-grandma was a mermaid because her name means “Mermaid” in Arabic. I always thought that maybe I would inherit her genes and become a mermaid eventually…too bad I can’t swim. Are we what are names identify us as? My first name means “Heaven” in Arabic and my last name is a form of music. One of my best friends thought I was being kidnapped earlier this week and didn’t come to save me. (Hehe, I know, I know, I’m kidding, bro). Why devalue passionate music just because it lacks structure? Antonella hung my dance pictures up in her locker.. One day, my dear, you will be a better ballerina then I ever got a chance to become. I told this guy that I’m not particularly fond of Mariachi bands and then he told me that he is in a Mariachi band…oops.The time on my website is way off. It is actually 3:18 a.m., but I am not tired. This isn’t a story, this is just a “painting” entitled, “Jenna’s Brain’s Storm.” I applaud you if you read this…and now my friends, the storm is over.
<3 Jenna N. Awad<3