Unpublished Poetry : Part One

This is what happens when you clean your room. You find poems written by your friend "way back in the day." Like it or hate it, you should visit his blog.

Unhealthy Snacks

Matthew Pautsch, Matthew Pautsch
You like to sit on the couch
You like to eat chips and pop
Your belly will soon go flop
from having too much to eat
You won't be able to get back on your feet
You have become so very fat
You're even fatter than your cat
Junk food is not good for you
That stuff belongs at the zoo
So now you best stand back up
before you begin to throw up.
Put that junk food in the trash
And go make yourself some cash.
Don't go and buy more food
It makes you look so very rude
If you by more food, get some burritos
And not the junk food, cooler ranch Doritos
Carrots are a food that is healthy
And eating healthy
Will make you wealthy.
So if you want junk food
go buy some more
But you will end up
very poor.

Buying Underwear

You know those people who wear those "I ♥ N.Y." shirts? I always laughed at those people because I thought they looked stupid.

But awhile ago I wore my "I ♥ N.O." and I felt super awesome about myself because I really do heart N.O.. I didn't care what other people thought about it.

I found my worth not from others but from myself.

Well some time ago, I was wearing this shirt and had to go buy underwear because, well, I needed some.

So I went to Wal-mart because the culture around Wal-mart is the type where I don't feel like I will be judged as much. I'm more comfortable buying personal things there because I feel like I won't be judged or given weird looks.

I had Target gift cards.

I would have gone to Target but it is a commonly known fact that all the good looking girls work at Target so I was too nervous to go buy underwear where all the cute girls are.

I have this nightmare of buying underwear at Target. I would get so embarrassed plopping my pack of underwear of the conveyor belt, having cute girl scan item, look at me, look back at underwear, look back at me, and then I would stare at my wallet, stare at my foot, and then back at wallet.

I would fiddle handing her my credit card because at my nervousness swiping it myself would be out of the question. Then she would ring it up and then ask if I would like a bag and even though I wouldn't need a bag I would say yes because no way would I ever carry that out into the parking lot.

This is my nightmare, hence why I go to Wal-mart.

So I walk into Wal-mart, find the men section, look for underwear, find underwear, look around to make sure nobody is watching me grabbing bag of underwear, grab bag of underwear, put my hands over as much of underwear bag as I can, double time it to the self checkout line.

I double take as I find that the charge is completely even at thirteen dollars, double take again because at thirteen dollars I feel like I'm being ripped off but whatever. Swipe my credit card, then some employee has to walk up and fix something because my receipt wasn't coming out and wouldn't allow me to finish the transaction which was weird.

I grab bag, walk to car, accidentally walked to wrong car aisle, have to back track, find car, get in car, breathe, drive away.

Ah-ha! Success!

This is my underwear buying story.

I wanted to go to Target, because I had gift cards but I couldn't push myself to do it. I tried to convince myself into it like, "everyone wears underwear (hopefully) so people buying underwear shouldn't be that weird."

It didn't work, as you can tell, and I went to Wal-mart.

Just like the "I ♥" shirts, I felt like I would get judged by my underwear shopping. I wear an "I ♥" shirt though, and I don't care what people think about me when I wear it. If only underwear shopping were like that. Maybe I should have forced myself into Target and not cared what people thought about my purchase of underwear. Could you imagine it?

I walk into Target, stare into the security camera, put my fist in the air and scream, "I'm buying underwear today!" I then ask the nearest employee where the mens underwear is and they point, maybe giving me a look that says, "why aren't you at Wal-mart?"

I go get my underwear, walk to the checkout lane with the cutest girl in it, plop my underwear down, look her in the eye, smile, ask her how she is doing, wheres she from, and then as she gives me my receipt I give her my number that I have been saving in my wallet, hold her hand, and say, "call me because I would to take you out to dinner."

All that because I don't care what people think of me. All that because I get my worth from this guy named Jesus who died on a cross for me because He loves me.

Beat Feet Poetry

I was looking outside my window the other day and saw this woman walking to her car. I had music playing and was tapping my foot to the beat. Eventually I started timing her walking to the beat of the song. It was in perfect unison and it was magical.

I thought to myself about how we walk. How people swing their arms back and forth and move their feet left and right in a beat-like pattern. I am sure a lot of people do this and I think it is amazing. How people move their feet to a beat. It's almost like poetry. Always on a beat of words that never stop flowing and rolling out of the tongue.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

The feet start the beat and the arms sway along and then the hips get into it swaying side to side. Walking seems like a dance that nobody notices. I have begun to notice that everyone walks a little different.

Some people walk with a purpose, arms swinging violently, each stride very long and purposeful, never slowing down.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Others walk with security, holding their backpack straps in their hands, clutching their purse, on their toes, but moving slowly, looking around as to notice everyone.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Others walk lethargically, slow, like a turtle, almost bobbing around waiting for something to stop them.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

All very poetic and beautiful. Everyone of them telling us something different. Something about themselves and the creativity flowing out of them.

And then people read things differently. And reading is like walking, except we do it in our head. I mean, people will probably read this in a different beat than I do.

This is probably why people add italics to certain words for emphasis.
This is probably why people add italics to certain words for emphasis.
This is probably why people add italics to certain words for emphasis.
This is probably why people add italics to certain words for emphasis.
This is probably why people add italics to certain words for emphasis.

Whether it be with words, body, or soul I think we're all poets and we just don't know it.