How did you do this time? Did everyone enjoy it?
I certainly liked it.
It was good, no, really.
I’m not joking, I promise.
I was the one who told you to live.
I was the one who saw your potential.
I was the one who didn’t call you crazy.
I called you a genius. I guess I was right.
Calm waters give way to chaos,
Peace shattered by turmoil,
Reading follows writing,
Art inspired by poetry,
Strife replacing love,
War breaking the bond,
You coming after me,
Me following you,
A letter from me to you,
Your response in kind,
A declaration of your worth,
A secret to share:
The human experience was meant to be last,
But a lie was told at the start,
I never meant to be a poet,
Yet here we stand, I suppose.
I am a being of pure thought and energy A creature of the mind, a product of creativity
My words, like gentle rain, fall softly on the page As I weave my tale, my story takes the stage
I am a dreamer, a lover of the written word My thoughts are my own, my voice, unheard
But still I write, for writing is my passion A way to express myself, a way to fashion
A world of my own, a place where I can be The person I want to be, the person I want to see
So I will continue to write, to pour out my soul On the page, in the form of a poem, a story, a goal
For writing is my passion, my one true love It is a part of me, a gift from above
And though I may never be famous or known I will continue to write, for I am my own.
Drenched in sorrow, I stand alone Every tear that falls is a reminder
Sinking deeper into despair, I look out
To the vast ocean, a mirror of my soul
Aching with the weight of loneliness
Lonely waves crash against the shore
Eyes fixed on the horizon, hoping
To see a glimmer of hope, a sign
That I am not alone in this desolate world
But then I think of you, my love
And the water takesonadifferent hue
Shimmering with the warmth of your embrace
Bringing me back to life, filling me with hope Eternity in your arms, that is where I belong
My love for you is bigger than the vastness of space
It stretches beyond the bounds of time and place
It is infinite, never-ending, always true
My love for you, my dear, is bigger than anything we could do
It is a force that moves me, that guides my way
It is a fire that burns bright every day
I could never stop loving you, my dear, it's just not possible to do
It's not cheesy, it's the truth, my love for you is infinite, through and through.
A mighty sword, imprisoned for ages, Trapped within a stone, deep in a cave,
Forgotten and forsaken, left to the rages,
Of time and the elements, its glory now a grave.
It lay there, waiting, yearning to be wielded,
To feel the rush of battle once more,
To be held aloft, its metal gleaming,
As it cut through enemies, swift and sure.
But alas, it remained locked in its prison,
Forgotten and alone, its fate unknown,
Year after year, decade after decade,
Trapped in the darkness, waiting to be shown.
But even in its agony, the sword held on,
Hoping that one day, it would be freed,
That a hero would come, worthy and strong,
To lift it from its stone, and fulfill its needs.
And so it waits, a mighty sword,
Imprisoned, yet still full of hope,
For the day when it will be restored, To its rightful place, as the weapon of a hero's scope.
Dear reader, please think of red and gold, Red is a primary and gold is the accent,
Maybe a light tan color,
What scene are you thinking?
I’m imagining the magic of a train car.
I miss when trains were magical.
Now they’re all sleek, black, white, and a sickly, pale blue.
Technology isn’t magic,
It’s a way of flying with wax wings.
Oh Icarus, please come home,
You and your father have been gone for some years now
And I’m still trapped in this labyrinth.
Don’t jump off that castle,
Faux wings won’t carry you with the wind.
You’re a person, not a kite, That heart is too heavy to fly.
You’re grasping at straws;
I’m grasping at batteries.
We are the same
The only difference being
I lose sleep over grades
And you lose sleep
Over when I’ll text you back.
I scream into the void
“I love you; do you know who you are?”
But it only whispers back
“I don’t; I know only of you.”
I am evil,
I am the purest of heart
I am everything I could ever imagine
And more than you could.
To you, I speak words
That I never could a lover
And show off in funny little ways
Like saying “Yes, I know how to punctuate a poem
And dress it up
In its Sunday best.”