Crazy Poem from Six Years Ago

Since I haven't posted anything in so long I thought about putting something up that wrote sometime ago. About six years ago I wrote this poem in an airport. All I wanted to was to check my email but this was before the time I traveled with my laptop so I had to listen to a 20 minutes sales pitch from the Intel people about the new "centrino chip" to use their computer. The things I do to keep in touch with friends. Enjoy!

Dallas is hot
Phoenix was hotter
Dallas is boring
Phoenix, I was more entertained
Will I ever get on my plane?
Should I be happy
That I got this far
Since Phoenix wasn't going to let me on?
Will I ever go home
To my real bed
Not in a large King size Hotel bed?
In a hotel bed by myself
All alone, in a King size bed
Can you tell that I am bored
In the Dallas/Fortworth airport?

Valentine's Day Hate Story

For this month's writing assignment, we had to tell a Valentine's tale of woe. I decided to do my story in two different ways, the first one in a regular story telling in the first person POV way and the second in the format of a diary entry hope you enjoy both! And please note that this is a work of fiction, I swear I have, nor any one I know have, done ANYTHING like this. *But there has been a time or two where I kind of wanted too.*

Look What You’ve Done

Okay, so I’m happy. Chris, my boyfriend of the last two months, has plan the perfect Valentine’s Day for me. The only problem would be that I had to drive to his place as I live so far out.

As I am driving in to his condo parking lot, smiling to myself, my cell phone rings. It’s Chris. “Hey Sweety! I’m ---“

He cuts me off. “I’m not really feeling well. I need to cancel for tonight. I’m staying in. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Oh okay. Well I hope you-”, I realize that I am talking to dead air. He hung up on me. As I take a deep breathe and go to leave the lot, I see him coming out of his building and walking to his classic rebuilt Corvette. I watch him get into his car, amazed as he doesn’t look sick.

I watch him pull out of the lot, go down the street and I realize that I am following him. I don’t know why I am doing it but I can’t stop. I slow down the car as he parked outside an apartment building. I pass him and wait as he honks the horn. As I watch from my rearview mirror a blonde woman walking up to his car and get in. I see them drive pass me, I start to following him again. As I wonder who this bitch is, as I notice they pull in a parking lot for an Italian restaurant, the very same one where we had our first date.

From the other side of the street, I can see that they are laughing and are very close to each other as they enter the restaurant. Quickly I park, and sneak up to the restaurant window to peer in, to see them laughing and touching each other.

I run from the window not noticing where I was heading. I find myself in the parking lot, only a couple of cars away from his. I stare at it imagining myself smashing all the windows, destroying the interior leather seats. I shake my head; I could never damage his car. Even if he is an ass. But another thought enters my mind. . This one will cause him panic, distress, and several hundred dollars in the end. A smile crosses my face.

I wipe out my cell phone and call the emergency roadside assistance hotline. “Hi, oh I hope you can help me. My car won’t start so I need a tow.” The gentleman on the other end reassures me it won’t take any more than 20 minutes to get a tow truck out to help me. I calculate that should give me enough time before they finish dinner. I make another quick call for a cab to come pick me up.

Within 15 minutes the tow truck shows up, and I give the tow truck the address of a pretty rough neighbourhood of where to drop off the car. I hop in the tow truck and we are on our way.

I start to get a little nervous as the driver starts to ask questions on the rebuilt car and I plainly tell him that it is my brother’s car and I know nothing of cars. We get to the address, and I tell him to park it right in front to the fire hydrant. The driver gives me a questioning look. “My brother will be here shortly, with another tow truck. It’s all good.” I sign some paper, hop out of the truck, and wave as he drives away.

A couple of minutes later the cab pulls up; drops off at my car, and as I unlock it I can hear Chris yelling at someone about his car was stolen. As I start up my car, I know that he will find his car eventually, minus several hundred dollars, but that is the price you pay for standing me up.

I wonder if he will call me tomorrow??

Dear Diary – Feb-14-2009

Alright the night started off okay. Chris told me that he had planned the perfect Valentine’s Day for me. The only problem was I had to drive to his place as I live so far out.

As I am driving in to his condo parking lot, smiling to myself, my cell phone rings. It’s Chris. “Hey Sweety! I’m ---“

He cut me off. “I’m not really feeling well. I need to cancel for tonight. I’m staying in. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Oh okay. Well I hope you ---“ I realized that he hung up on me in mid sentence. I took a deep breathe and went to leave the lot, there I see him coming out of his building and walking to his classic rebuilt Corvette. I watched him get into his car, amazed as he didn’t look sick.

I watched him pull out of the lot, went down the street and I realized that I am following him. I don’t know why I am did it but I didn’t stop. I slowed down the car as he parked outside an apartment building. I passed him and waited as he honked the horn. As I watched from my rearview mirror a blonde woman walking up to his car and got in. I see them drive pass me, I start to follow him again. As I wonder who this bitch is, as I noticed they pull in a parking lot for an Italian restaurant, the very same one where we had our first date.

From the other side of the street, I can see they are laughing and are very close to each other as they entered the restaurant. Quickly I parked, and sneaked up to the restaurant window to peer in, to see them laughing and touching each other.

I run from the window not noticing where I was headed. I found myself in the parking lot, only a couple of cars away from his. I started to imagine myself smashing all the windows, destroying the interior leather seats but I shook my head because I knew I could never damaged his car. Even if he is an ass. But then another thought entered my mind. This one will cause him panic, distress, and several hundred dollars in the end. I couldn’t hold back my smile.

I wiped out my cell phone and called the emergency roadside assistance hotline. “Hi, oh I hope you can help me. My car won’t start so I need a tow.” The gentleman on the other end reassured me it won’t take any more than 20 minutes to get a tow truck out to help me. I calculated that will give me enough time before they finished dinner. I made another quick call for a cab to come pick me up.

Within 15 minutes the tow truck showed up, and I gave the tow truck the address of a pretty rough neighbourhood of where to drop off the ca. I hopped in the tow truck and off we were.

I started to get a little nervous when the driver started to ask questions on the rebuilt car and I plainly told him that it was my brother’s car and I knew nothing of cars. We got to the address, and I told him to park it right in front to the fire hydrant. The driver gave me a questioning look. “My brother will be here shortly, with another tow truck. It’s all good.” I signed some paper, hopped out of the truck, and waved as he drove away.

A couple of minutes later the cab pulled up, dropped off at my car, and as I unlocked it I heard Chris yelling at someone how his car was stolen. I started up my car, knowing that he will find his car eventually, minus several hundred dollars, but that is the price you pay for standing me up.

I wonder if he will call me tomorrow??