Showing posts with label A Poem About ME. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Poem About ME. Show all posts

Monday, November 17, 2008

Overload/Mental Fermentation

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When there is oxygen present in a cell, it goes through a process called cellular respiration in order to give the body energy in the form of adenine triphosphate, or ATP. When oxygen is not present in the cell, it is forced to go through a process called fermentation instead. The two kinds of fermentation are lactic acid fermentation and alcohol fermentation. These days it seems like fermentation would be a good metaphor for my life. Work has used up all my good energy and now I'm running on empty. This gives my life a leg cramp, forcing me to stop something or eventually fall over hard. This means I have to sacrifice some of the stuff I would love to be doing to complete homework assignments and the like. While this sacrifice is unwanted, it allows oxygen to flow back into the used areas of the life and function normally.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Why is it that I’m always shy
When meeting people
I don’t know
Sitting there,
Pretending,
No one’s there?

Why is it that whenever
I know no one,
I’m shy and quiet
But when I am around friends
I’m loud and obnoxious?

Why is it that my hair is curly,
A brunette version of Shirley,
How come I’m called Noodle,
Or Kenzie,
Yet no one can remember
A Ma at the beginning?

Call me Noodle
Call me Kenzie
There’s no pretending
Nothing pending,
I AM THE BEST