Run towards God kingdom and call it home

Today was pretty cool. I woke up, went to English class and did bad on a quiz, then fell asleep during class on my trusty purple pillow, then I came back too another nap, then went to theatre class and did nothing. After theatre I sat on the quad and wrote poems until lunchtime. After lunch I came back to the room, played some video games, went to play racquetball, ate dinner, and watched 30 minutes of the mens soccer game. Since then I've been in for the night, just like every weekend night, but I kind of enjoy just kicking it back and taking it easy. Also a silly thing happened when a girl walked in on me pooping. I don't know why she was in the guys bathroom but it was funny. Anyway the main point of this entry was to share the poems I wrote. Basically what I've done is devised a new way of writing poems for myself to keep me inspired, I choose a word that is usually made up of two words and switch them around. For example the poems I wrote I used the word homerun for one poem and then run home for another. I compiled a list of words in which I want to write poems about. The poems have deeper meaning behind the titles that are far deeper than they should be. Anyway here are the poems that I will explain after:

Run Home

For the most part I lead a comfortable life
Usually I spend time snuggly fitting in a brown niche
Occasionally I'll be tossed through the air
from "Spalding" to "Spalding"
I glide so my seams seemingly sping as I spin
However, sometimes my life becomes dreadful
I grow a custom
to living with a false sense of security
When game day comes my biggest fears are realized
I come face to face with my arch rival
This is the story for most of my kind
It tends to be a losing battle
I'm thrown to the wolves and I clench up
hoping my body does not get smashed
by the wooden cylinder known as "Slugger"
He's a rotten piece of crap, that's what he is
He hits me many times, causing me to get scuffed up
But every once in a while I'll throw myself
with such force that I snap "Slugger" in half
Unfortunately, "Slugger" is easily replaced
There are circumstances where "Slugger"
gets the best of my kind
On those occasions "Slugger" hits us
so damn hard that our insides fly out of our skin
leaving us to be useless and dead
But that's not the worst that can happen
The worst possible outcome is when "Slugger"
hits you so hard that you leave the stadium
causing one to be lost whether it be
in the woods or in the water
So lost that I'm never found
And all I want is for someone to find me
and bring me home to a snuggling mitt
This may be a time when one wishes
that they could just run home
Running home is all I want to do

Home... Run!

I enjoy being a kid
I enjoy knowing that my innocence
allows me to be protected from the world
I like having the freedom
to walk a couple of blocks to the park
and just play all by my lonesome
Don't get me wrong
I like playing with the other kids too
But playing alone allows me to be creative
Though mother tells me it's dangerous
She also tells me to be aware of my surroundings
Yesterday, I was completely aware
So aware that I noticed a man in black hiding in the bushes
He was older and looked like he needed a shower
I went up to him and asked if he was playing hide and go seek
He said yes and since I was the one to find him
he gave me some candy
Then he wanted to play to tag
He tagged me kind of hard and said, "you're it!"
He began to take off running
I chased him towards a dark alley
The alley was far away from anyone,
But I knew I had him trapped
I tagged in him and he smiled
I joyfully took off running
I had remembered mother told me to be home for dinner
I figured the man would follow me
considering he chased me after I tagged him
Hopefully, he could come to my house
and perhaps get a shower and cleaned up
Maybe he would even stay for dinner
But when I had reached the corner and called out
"I'm running to my house"
he disappeared
I turned the corner and looked back
and he was gone in an instant
Maybe he got tired and found some other kid
who was not as fast and tagged him
It's not my fault, it's just
when I think of home I begin to run fast
because I am so excited to see my mother
When I think home, I also think run
I wonder if that man had a home
Funny thing about mother though,
Today she showed me the newspaper
and said, "Charles, you know how I always tell you,
Be aware of your surroundings, well
this is why"
It was a picture of the poor old man
who was chasing me in handcuffs
Poor guy, he should have been aware of his surroundings
He should have followed me home like I hoped
Instead he followed another little boy home
and that little boy got him in trouble
I guess now, he doesn't have a home
All he can do now is run


These two poems have perspectives that reverse each other. In the first poem, it's talking about a baseball, an inanimate object who deeply fear the wrath of a baseball bat, he also fears being lost and alone. Whereas the boy in the second poem who should be very afraid of this stranger who could easily rape him or capture him shows absolutely no fear. He is naive and thinks that he could have helped this man, but in reality he is lucky that he was not the victim. The baseball in the other story was made to be hit with a bat and used in that way, but it does not want to whereas the boy in this story wants to help when he should be thinking about his own safety. The deeper meaning however is hidden in each of these poems, First in Run Home, the baseball shows a lot of relation to people in the world or at least in America. How fitting I used an example from America's greatest past time of baseball. Anyway the opening line "For the most part I lead a comfortable life" which is entirely true. We as individuals are blessed to live in America. Occasionally or maybe more than occasions we deal with being tossed around by life, being tested and sometimes we fail. Many times it feels like life is a losing battle. In this poem I relate "Slugger" to what I believe to be Satan. We battle against him and sometimes he gets the best of us. For many people he gets the best of them on too many occasions and people feel alone and wonder what they are missing. Fortunately for us we are not a baseball, we have the choice to not be alone in the woods or water because we can turn to God. Now the deeper meaning in Home... Run basically implies that when we were children things were fine and dandy. For me I loved being a little kid and constantly I wish I could be again and to this day I still act like one some or most of the time depending on who you talk to. Once again I guess you could see Satan as the stranger in this story. Fortunately for this child and his childlike faith that people are innocent at heart and he cannot be hurt, he can't be hurt because he walks with God and God protects us. Luckily the child in this story is protected and doesn't end up hurt in the end, but just know that I could have easily wrote a unhappy ending, but I didn't because it wasn't fitting. So Yay! I like these poems, so I am pleased, now I will go to bed. Good night and God Bless!