Open your laptop
The black keys are familiar.
Get on the Internet
Now it’s time to write
Now it’s time for your fingers to fly
Dashing away, trying to get every breath down
Writing, expressing, living through your words
I don’t write because someone has told me to
Because someone challenged me to
Because it simply makes me look a certain way
In order to comprehend the complexities of my own mind.
My mind is a three dimensional space of chaos
Putting pen to paper,
Fingers to keys,
My mind to others,
Forces me to lay everything out linearly,
It’s a type of therapy
Or a type of drug,
I can’t decide.
All I know is
I write to comprehend me
And I wouldn’t be able to without it
So I’m not going to stop anytime soon
Thank y’all so so much for reading this little poem. This one is for inspired4business, or Steve, who gave me the idea to write about what inspires me to write. I sorta changed it to why I write, but hey sometimes that happens. I love you all so so much, and I’m sorry for the later post. Have a beautiful day, I’ll talk to you tonight.
They say a picture’s worth a thousand words,
But clearly the omnipotent “they” has never seen
A painting worthy of millions of words or
A painting that can’t be described using borrowed words and languages so often used.
Art sometimes can’t be memorialized onto written paper
Instead it is one of the few things that can you make you feel
The roar of the ocean or the calm of a forest
Just by gazing on its painted strokes
And not saying a word at all.
To paint is the very definition of creating
To take simple reds and blues
To transform and make all different hues.
To paint means to have a vision
Of the best dream you can dream,
Being able to take that thought,
Create a tangible piece by which others,
The people in this moment and the people in the moments to come,
A brief glimpse of what it means to be inside your beautiful painting
Of a mind.
Thank you ThatsAweSam for liking my post and liking my blog. I hope you enjoy this little poem that I made for you. ❤
I can hardly breathe.
My lungs feel like they’re collapsing in on themselves
I hate the feeling.
I can hardly think
My thoughts focusing and refocusing on your absence
Like the focus of a camera
I miss your presence.
I can hardly see
Through the tears that well up in my eyes
As my heart is ripped apart from itself.
I can’t do this.
But you’re leaving.
All of you.
You’re all leaving
Don’t go, I don’t know
When I’ll see you again
If I’ll see you again
Looking the way you do
Full of life and a fire behind those eyes.
Don’t leave me
I can’t do this again.
And you’re gone.
And I’m here.
Crying over the people I love
Hating them for making me so
P.S. This is a very personal topic for me and it’s a very rough piece, but I’d appreciate some gentle critiques if any of you are willing to leave them. Thank you for reading this and I hope you aren’t judging me too harshly. It’s just been rough since Bobby left.
This is a poem written by me. Don’t steal it or I will be very pissed off. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the nostaglia I was feeling this morning.
Wafting through the air
I am assaulted by the smell of delicious cravings
Chocolate chip cookies baked by Bobby
Lemon bars laboriously brewed by my sister
Fresh peppermint bark that tantalizes my senses
And fills me with hunger and sugary delight
Then laying stagnant in the air
Our tree reminds me of a far off pine forest
That was once its home
Creating a nostalgia for a place I’ve never known
Christmases past were the scent of pine filled those energy wrought mornings
That I remember so fondly from my childhood
Then drifting hazily over it all
A hint of firewood burning accents the atmosphere
Brings warmth to my heart as I sit by the fireplace in thought
Pulls me back to cold winter nights when we all sat by the fire
Drinking hot chocolate and watching Christmas movies
Reminds me of times long past
When everything was much simpler
When everything smelled so beautiful.
This poem is about rain and was written by myself. It isn’t great, but I do love rain and its contradictory nature. Be nice and I hope you enjoy the living shit out of it. This was also written for my ENGL280 class and is my original work.
Flying down the clouds
One hits my cheek and moves slowly down my face
The drop of water looking like a tear
But my mind is full of joy at the sight of
The clouds are gray and the weather is cold
Girls scream as their hair is ruined for the day
Not at their misery
But at the miracle
Life giving and replenishing
Water that Zeus himself designed
Every dot of rain that gives life
To my mind.
Warning: This poem is violent, sarcastic, and contains some thoughts of mine on my birthday regarding Hope related puns. It’s also very funny in my opinion so I hope you enjoy. It is also from my ENGL280 class and my original work.
ping- my phone rings
ping-the same word in capitals
ping-like “Hope” pun fractals
ping-repeating on my wall
ping-“Aunt Bertha said on your wall-“
ping-“HOPE you have a good birthday! ;D”
ping-comments Uncle Ray
ping-Hope you have a great day!
ping-Hope Hope Hope
ping-how about nope?
ping- stop it with your criminal pun
ping-I want to run
ping-Away from my phone, laptop, and tablet
ping-but instead I go to the cabinet
ping-and grab my daddy’s gun
bang bang bang- all done!
No more annoying name puns for me to see!
This is a spoken word poem that I wrote today. Please don’t steal it or I will be upset because this is my life and my work and I will cut a bitch. Thanks. Here’s the poem:
That one week in paradise
I saw the sun shine for the first time
In months, with you.
We met in a flash of spontaneity
And I couldn’t resist
So that night I just kissed you.
My mind confused and in awe
You tasted like the vodka we’d been drinking all night
Your hands held my face and you were all I was thinking about in that one moment.
And that first night, we just kissed
That’s all I wanted. All I needed
To make me fall for you.
The days that followed were
Bright and laughter filled
We spent our one week in paradise together
Inseparable, infatuated, in love.
Your sweet laugh warmed my soul
My adventurous side showed us the world
We hardly knew each other,
But I felt like I’d known you my whole life.
When the week finally ended and our time in paradise was up
You kissed me just like that first time.
Drunken with love and happy and wanting to just keep kissing me forever.
Tears fell down my face and you laughed and kissed them away.
You held me tight in your arms one last time and
Then you let me go
Onto my next adventure and I let you go to yours.
Always remembering us and our little haven of joy
Remembering your beautiful blue eyes and how they looked at me
Remembering how you told me to smile and
Remembering how I couldn’t stop smiling when I was with you
Remembering how we learned to live in the moment together
Remembering how we were free to be who we wanted to be with each other so we were the who we always wanted to be
Remembering how different we once were but how much of the same person we are
Remembering how you told me about your pain and
Remembering how you helped me deal with mine
Remembering how you told me that it was okay to love again
Even if it was just for a week
A week in paradise.
That was the poem. I hope you liked it. Please leave any comments or suggestions or whatever in the comments and I love you very much.