“Never Leave” (Poem)

I’m working on a longer post that might take a few days. There’s a number of things I have prepared or partially prepared to go up, but the post I’m working on needs to go up first. In the interim, I will share some of the poetry I’ve been writing.

This was from 9 August 2018. It was day three of my current streak.

A day has come and gone

But here I still remain.

The light has passed along,

But the night will pass away.

Another day will come and go

Just as was today,

But faithfulness and steadfast love

Will let me with you stay.

“Productivity” (Poem)

This was written 2 August 2018.

Where has the time gone?

I ask, as though I don’t know.

It’s gone, been wasted,

I’ll never get that back,

y’know. Or do you?

How did you spend your time?

Do you wonder,

as I, where it’s gone?

Or are you better,

more disciplined,

more focused,

Productive?

No?

Then your problem

is the same as mine:

Spending time on fun

but also devoting

enough to what needs done.

“Muse-ing Musings”

This was written 8 August 2018. It was day two of my current poetry writing streak.

My muse these days

Seems to be my love

The words about him

And for him

Simply flow freely.

Forget other ideas,

The words are for or about him.

The poetry is focused

on one subject,

clearly my muse.

But other subjects

should find paper, too,

so I keep my ability

To write variety.

Why else would

I strive to be

A Writer?

If I only ever write

about my boyfriend,

How would that qualify?

How is that different?

So many have done that before,

Are doing that right now.

Just like me.

Eight Months, a Year

Today marks eight months since my boyfriend and I started dating and we’ve known each other for a year. For that reason, here are a couple poems I wrote for him/us in that time.

The last poem, “A Reason to Live and to Love” contains mention of suicidal thoughts.

“I Regret Not Being Rich”

25 July 2018

If I didn’t need money

I wouldn’t have said

That I would work today

But as it is

I do and wish

That wasn’t true

Because I would

Still be with my boyfriend

Instead of walking

For four hours straight

 

“Love Like Fantasy”

7 May 2018

It doesn’t feel real,

it’s too good to be true.

No way is this real life,

you’re too good to be mine.

How did I find you

and get so lucky

for us both to have

fallen so hard in love?

There’s no escape

nor do I wish to find one.

I’m still reveling

in the day to day

the realization that it’s real,

You love me,

I love you.

I’m yours and you’re mine.

But how?

It’s like in the storybooks,

the prince finds the princess

and they fall in love

and seem so perfect for each other.

A match made in heaven.

We fit together so well

and agree on so much,

it’s very much like

we were destined to be!

Adn the crazy coincidence

that led to us meeting at all.

I can’t help but feel

Ours is a love like fantasy

but I’m so glad it’s real.

 

“A Reason to Live and to Love”

10 February 2018

You warm my soul;

I thought I was dead inside

But you bring me back to life.

I was aching and dying

If not already dead

But you brought in a focus that was lighter instead.

The dark night of searching for reasons to live,

You’re on my list of deeply caring friends.

I have so many problems with no solutions in sight

But with you,

More things seem at least alright.

“11 PM” (Poem)

I’ve been struggling to get back into writing poetry every day. Since I posted Broken Streak, detailing my lack of writing, I’ve written poetry off and on. This is from last night.

It’s late,

It’s late.

Did I waste the day?

Some would say yes

to an extent I would agree

But I spent time

with someone who

Is important to me.

So, yes,

It’s late,

It’s late!

I have so little time

Left today.

But I enjoyed the time

I had today,

even if perhaps

Some of it

could have been

Put to better use.

Past Poems (August)

All the poems I have here were written in August in previous years. Each is the first poem I wrote that August.

Welcome to the Movie Theater

31 August 2013

The midnight atmosphere,

Hardly any light.

The expected brightness

being processed instantaneously.

Music booming,

Sound-absorbers throbbing,

shocked by the sudden onslaught.

Images appearing magically,

Color-processors reeling,

trying to comprehend the attack.

Then, in surprise, it darkens again,

Leaving behind

a sense of mystery

and excitement

Coupled with

an overpowering feeling

of being full.

A story having been told

before the attendence,

Come to be amazed by

Today’s wonderous, fantastic, dreamlike

Movies.

 

Pretending Mirrors

27 August 2014

It is often easy

for me to

Pretend

that I am

Someone, Something, else…

Then I look

in the Mirror…

And it all comes back to me…

 

Confusing Frustration

9 August 2015

I wonder, why can’t I be stronger,

why can’t it take longer for

tears to overtake me,

to drown me,

to pull me away from control over myself?

 

Another Trip to Holiday World

6 August 2016

Up, down, all around

these mem’ries swirl

around me.

Soon I’ll relive

a few of them

with new friends that

surround me.