If I had to describe myself, it would be in a word that has many meanings with a complexity which falls off the tongue.
A word made up of many elements, is deceptive in appearance, and creates an illusion from the imagination.
My word would be Phantasmagoric. ~Summer Ross

Saturday, August 28, 2010

An Invent of Person

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Quick funny to share:

My daughter was watching Lady GaGa. Jasmyne is 9 and she says "Mom you know she licks girls. That makes her gay"

 "Oh?" I replied wandering through my course material.


 "Well yeah. But not the "gay" happy, its the new kind of "gay."


I couldn't help it guys- I busted out laughing. The "new" kind of gay...lol out of the mouths of children..

When I first started in college I took a fiction writing class. My prfessor urged us to use an introductory poem, (based off one that was published) to introduce ourselves in class.

So here is that poem, and you know what- I can already see ways I have changed for me.




 
An Invent of Person
Summer Ross 2009
I am Summer.
I’ve lived 27 years.
I am a student of school and life.
A woman afraid of dying.
I may be short, but I don’t bump my head.
I have brown eyes that look small without glasses
And burgundy mid back hair.
I always wear it down and get it caught in doors or zippers.
I am a mother and a lover and a fighter,
I’m always last, but my kids come first.
I hate bloody food and love corn on the cob.
I am older than Miss,
Younger than Mrs.
I love the smell of cookies and gas.
I never drink water but have sugar in everything.
Flowers are sweet but all of them die.
Fairies brighten my day.
I eat cereal at night with cinnamon and sugar
My inspiration comes in the middle of the night.
I like Funny songs and anything blue,
I hate rumors and snow.
I like bookstores with journals, the smell of old books,
And feathered pillows because my head slinks down them.
I collect all pens, have too many notebooks, and don’t read enough.
I’m not sure God exists, I hate politics,
But my kids know who the president is.
Pearls are ugly,
I’m allergic to gold, copper,
And fake jewelry.
Diamonds are a rock, and
A ring will never define me.
I have a 7yr old named Jaz and a 5 yr old named Kayla
They grow up to fast.
I miss their giggly smiles when they visit their dad.
I believe women are stronger than men are naturally,
I do not care about congress or the House,
maybe someday my kids will.
My ideals are my grandmother Pete and
My good friend Breeze.
Secretly I hate my mother for dying.
I am a feminist
I hate to be alone.
I’m crazy about paper with lines or blank
I hate that I don’t always clean.
I love fuzzy blankets, high-heeled shoes, and cuddling
With my teddy bear.
I drink to dance, and dance for fun with a bit of jack on the side.
I read romance for the sex scenes, and watch horror because
They are funny. Even though I shut my eyes.
I love soft kittens and playing video games.
I like techno in my music and adore Michael Jackson even though he’s accused.
I don’t like money, but adore things that jingle,
My other pastime is window shopping.
I cuddle with friends on couches,
I flirt more than I should.
I can’t live without a cell phone, and
I don’t watch much TV.
I hate driving and wish someone would always drive me.
Vanilla in anything is nasty, but I love the taste of chocolate.
I talk too much often, never eat enough, and wish darkness would
Never come.
I prefer Summer to Winter but will never move.
I don’t like sex, but love being touched.
I think too much,
I write to little, but hate deadlines.
I’ve always wanted to be an author.
I wish people understood me better,
Sometimes I think they do.
But I have friends who love me
For exactly the way I am.
I’m irrational with emotion,
Quick to anger.
I hate being in pain and taking pills.
I’m not really funny,
I think to serious, but am often optimistic.
I love the day but hate mornings.
I love English for the writing,
Maybe I’ll be a teacher.
I’m constantly worried and scared of the dark.
I have my own opinion.
My name is Summer and this is 2009.
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13 comments:

Carol Kilgore said...

Nice to meet you.

Summer Ross said...

Carol~ **waves**

Jules said...

And diamonds are expensive rocks too. I loved the poem, let me know a wee bit more about you. :D
Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

Stephanie Thornton said...

Thanks for sharing the poem- I like the line about being short, but not bumping your head. :)

L. Diane Wolfe said...

Hi Summer! Got a kick out of your daughter's assessment. And you like the scent of cookies and gas?

amy said...

I love that it was concise but well-rounded at the same time. :)

Erin Kane Spock said...

That was great. Thank you for sharing it.
Kids do grow up too fast and who knows who they'll be or what they'll believe or want to achieve. I just hope I'm giving them the right tools, you know? I got that same feeling from your poem.
I like the smell of gas too.

Summer Ross said...

Jules~~ very expensive rocks...lol

Stephanie~~ I watch all the tall people around me run into cabinets...but I never have that problem lol

L. Diane~~ well not the mix of them together but separately they are my two right up there with favorite smells.

Amy~~ Thank you.

Erin~~I hear ya about kids. thanks for commenting :)

Cleverly Inked said...

Honesty is the word. Any old book is welcomed in my home the smell is amazing

T.J. Carson said...

Wow your poem is so cool, that is a neat way of introducing yourself. It kinda reminded me of this song, "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks. I KNOW IT SOUNDS BAD, but the lyrics are like "I"m a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner I'm a saint, I do not feel ashamed. I'm your hell I'm your dream, I'm nothin' in between, you know you really wouldn't want it any other way." I would sing you the whole song but.... haha. I'm bashful. anyways beautiful poem and really gives me a sense of who you are!

Jemi Fraser said...

I'm so going to borrow the short/not bumping head line!!

I enjoyed this - it's a nice piece for you to hang onto. It'll be fun to look back in 10, 20, 50 years and see how you've changed ... or not! :)

Summer Ross said...

Cleverly~~ very true...old books are just unique smell wise.

T.J~~ Ya I've heard that song- its pretty good. Thank you for your comment

Jemi~~ Go ahead and borrow it. lol It wilol be great to look back on later

eof777 said...

Hi Summer,
Your daughter's comment was hysterical... Kids, they never miss a thing.
I love the poem; it is both funny and reflective and shows us shades of you.
I am following you. Do follow back and thanks for leaving a comment on my blog.
Best,
Elizabeth

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