FRiDAY POETRY CORNER!!!!!

FINALLY, Friday Poetry Corner is BACKKKKK!!!!!!! This particular poem is PERFECT for the kind of week we have had THIS week!!! Think about it!! Enjoy!

*~*SMOOCHES FROM MO*~*

**FRiDAY POETRY CORNER**

Starting TODAY, every Friday will feature "FRiDAY Poetry Corner"!!! Whoo hoo!!! Every Friday, I will be bringing your some form of poetry. Whether it be a video of live poetry, just a poem, a haiku, or even just a poet spotlight!!! I hope you guys enjoy the new feature! It's good to get deep every now and then lol! But actually, poetry is just music minus a beat to distract you from the most important part: the words. Enjoy!!!

*~*SMOOCHES FROM MO*~*

PhD in HiM

If I counted up all the hours
I'd studied
read
focused on
fucked
sucked
cried over
cried over
gotten up and been resilient about
not given up on
believed in
hated
love
believed in
so believed in
ignored my friends advice about
drank over
been sick over
worked out over
collapsed over
smiled over
laughed with
ended things with
began things with
talked about
talked about
did I mention talked about?

I'd have a PhD in him.

By now, I could have had a PhD
in Philosophy,
Internal Medicine,
Middle Eastern Studies,
Stem Cell Research.
But no,

I have a PhD in Him.

Funny how he brings me no income,
no pension,
no future,
no future,
did I mention no future?

No awards ceremonies,
no diplomas in frames,
no sabbatical,
no maternity leave,
no maternity leave,
did I mention no maternity leave?

Funny how he brings me no roth IRA funds,
no medical plan including dental,
no cap with a tassel to hooray in the air,
no well earned celebration,
no sense of security,
no sense of security.

Funny how he became my career,
yes, he became my career,
my daily ambition,
my homework,
my goals,
my to-do list today reads:
him, him, him, him, him.

And so don't ask me what I did this year
I didn't write any plays or books
I didn't so some responsible shit like pursue a back-up career.

I was fully employed in the furry of him
the fury,
the passion,
clocking in 80 hour weeks
while he lounged on false disability
wish I'd hired a scout to bust his scheeming ass,
but see I was too busy working on my degree,

a PhD in HiM.

Graduated valedictorian at the tippy top of my class
magna cum fucking laude
and a waste of fucking time.

hours upon hours
spent figuring out his equations
riddles
word problems
crossword puzzles
treatments
cracking his codes
philosophising his constitution
over Moet,
wine,
vodka,
vodka,
oh did I mention vodka?

By now I could've been a brain surgeon,
a novelist,
a Pulitzer Prize winner,
my published books overflowing my fireplace crackling den,
I could have fed undernourished children,
fought terrorism,
volunteered at soup kitchens,
FUCK THAT!
BUILT SOUP KITCHENS!
Had a beautiful baby that's now ripe for walking,
But instead,

I have a PhD in HiM.

Wasted hours in the library of man.
My ambition like an inverse fraction became
HiM OVER me
like the goddamn Do Fund I was
ready, willing, and able
sweeping garbage
wearing my incarcerated slogan with pride
because I was earning my double-major in
his BuLLSHiT
with a minor in
my settling for less

Quiz me,
I know him better than he knows himself
I'm that matriculated doctrate hoe
paid full tuituon at It's All About HiM University.
Ladies, have you visited?

See they pat you down at the gate for self-esteem
and your core syllabus is a well-crafted list of cockamamy lies,
study groups with the girls is in the dungeon dorms
with a clear view of your man relaxing under a shady oak.

STUDY HARD, BITCHES!
You got a paper due Monday morning
titled "My Man Wants To Be Treated Like a Man, But Won't Act Like One."
who's hiring?
any other fools wanna sit in my lecture hall?
hands please!

See now, I'm licensed to teach and preach
sparing my pride
in hopes some other women might ready my dissertation.

See, I have a PhD in HiM,
and my transcript is rolling off my wicked tongue.

I was a diligent student
and brought apples to teachers
sharpened pencils to every class.

Not sure of how my most difficult degree might serve me
but think one day I'll thank him
for reminding me how
FIERCE a PUPiL of LiFE
I really AM.

this TYPE LOVE

I want a love like me thinking of you thinking of me thinking of you TYPE LOVE or me telling my friends more than I've ever admitted to myself about how I feel about you TYPE LOVE or hating how jealous you are but loving how much you want me all to yourself TYPE LOVE. Or seeing how your first name just sounds so good next to my last name.

And shit-

I wanted to see how far I could get without calling you and I barely made it out of my garage.
See, I want a love that makes me wait until she falls asleep then wonder if she's dreaming about us being in love TYPE LOVE or who loves the other more or what she's doing at this exact moment or slow dancing in the middle of our apartment to the music of our hearts.
Closing my eyes and imagining how a love so good could just hurt so much when she's not there and shit, I love not knowing where this love is headed TYPE LOVE.

And check this-

I wanna place those little post-it notes all around the house so she never forgets how much I love her TYPE LOVE,Then not have enough ink in my pen to write all the love TYPE LOVE and hope I make her feel as good as she makes me feel.And I wanna deal with my friends making fun of me the way I made fun of them when they went through the same kind of love TYPE LOVE.

The only difference is this is one of those real love TYPE LOVES.

And just like in high school I wanna spend hours on the phone not saying shit and then fall asleep and then wake up with her right next to me and smell her all up in my covers TYPE LOVE.
And I wanna try counting the ways I love her then lose count in the middle just so I could start all over again.

And I wanna celebrate one of those one-month anniversaries even though they ain't really anniversaries but doing it just 'cause it makes her happy TYPE LOVE.

And check this-

I wanna fall in love with the melody the phone plays when our numbers dial in TYPE LOVE and talk to you until I lose my breath, she leaves me breathless, but with the expanding of my lungs I inhale all of her back into me.

I want a love that makes me need to change my cell phone calling plan to something that allows me to talk to her longer 'cause in all honesty, I want to avoid one of them high cell phone bill TYPE LOVES. And I don't want a love that makes me regret how small my hands are. I mean the lines on my palms don't give me enough time to love you as long as I'd like to TYPE LOVE. And I want a love that makes me st-st-st-stutter just thinking about how strong this love is TYPE LOVE and I want a love that makes me want to cut off all my hair. Well maybe not all of the hair, maybe like I'd cut the split ends and trim my mustache but it would still be a symbol of how strong my love is for her.

I kind of feel comfortable now so I even be fantasize about walking out on a green light just dying to get hit by a car just so I could lose my memory, get transported to some third world country just to get treated and somehow meet up again with you so I could fall in love with you in a different language and see if it still feels the same TYPE LOVE.

I want a love that's as unexplainable as she is.

-SHIHAN