Poem #6

Lets just be friends

It's happened before, I know it,
That feeling inside I show it.
It starts off simple, feeling shared
conversation and words un-impaired.

A simple hug is nothing bad,
We use it to defend the sad.
Protect our lovers and shield our woes,
It's that simple way that everyone knows.

To do what we must in showing our way,
of love and protection each passing day.
Then you get closer still,
closer yet and almost until.

He utters up those eight words of deathknell,
chokes me with shock and drags me to hell.
There comes a point where the story ends,
"I can't do this, lets just be friends"

Poem #5

Lost Somehow

The sun just set before my eyes,
a sight I've always assumed I despise.
The end of a day, growing older in it,
One closer to my end, I consider this shit.

Will it rise for me instead?
a light so nice to fill my head.
The start of a day, I made it to today,
what happens in sun as my hair turns to gray.

As my skin faulters and wrinkles appear,
I must admit it's death I fear.
I haven't done all I want,
So in withering motions my body does taunt,
Of a lesser age when I was without,
knowledge and wisdom and burdens about.

Will I grow old and will I grow fat?
Will my hair dissappear, head under a hat?
My smile to frown and my heart slow it's pace,
I'm beginning to see the age in my face.

I'm not the immortal I thought I once could be,
Thought that my life was unstoppable, live forever as me.
Move from friends to friends, lover to so,
but, what would be the point I know?

I think our truth comes in the now,
Knowing it could be lost somehow,
So treasure today what you have in the sun,
For come the tommorrow it could be undone.

Consider it a while...

It's been just over two months since I've put anything on here, not because I haven't had anything to write about mind, just because I've been too far focused on stuff away from the computer.

I'm considering traveling, upping and traveling to somewhere distant, like Japan or China and taking a laptop, a camera and documenting it, hell or even a diary and writing and taking pictures to accompany it. I think I've been playing Tomb Raider too much...

Then comes the subject of money, I love saving, I really do. I save throughout the year, and then spend it all on car insurance. I suppose it saves putting it all on the credit card, but in this day and age is it really worth saving with the interest rates as low as they are? I'm not sure.

I've been thinking about upping the amount of poems I write, because I'm really not starved for inspiration in terms of them I just don't get to considering them as viable for broadcast. I would say that they are very reflective of what I feel and what I want to do, kind of like a melodic thought. Never, though, did I consider they'd be so indepth when I first started writing them.

Yawn

Is it possible to be rude without being rude?

To respond without being interested?

To reply, but turn open questions into closed ones. Not necessarily using yes or no, but "yeah, it's fine" or "no it's not." If so? I think I've begun being taught how to master said talent.

Courage is something that a lot of people don't have, I won't deny it, there are times when I have an obscene amount, and there are times when I have none.

But, there's one bit of courage that I don't have, the courage to tell myself it's not my fault. I refuse to believe this world is full of arseholes, full of ignorant pigs that are too self concerned with their own beliefs to consider other peoples.

Funny how people can change, isn't it?

The Choice

Redefine and reselect,
all these choices I detect,
do I go left or do I go right,
do I flee or do I fight?

Change my life in a beat,
fall on my arse or stand on my feet.
Keep at the pace and keep promise to heart,
or cut losses and run, duly depart.

"Is it worth it?" He says, the voice in my head,
the voices I know, prove I'm not dead.
The quest in my life to find something great,
is growing, complex and will not stagnate.

Never to settle for second best,
I'll keep at this, I'll pass the test,
So is the way I've chosen now,
the happiest and greatest for me, somehow?

I think not, but I'll have to see,
Only time will tell, for a choice has made me.

Writing for Reason

Been writing a book for a few months now, called 'Once more with feeling.' It's about love and how people so willingly, although sometimes with fear, get back on the proverbial horse and are willing to try again after being burnt before.

I'm trying to make it interesting, as best from personal experience as possible without making myself sound like a relationship whore. It's coming along well, I would say it's positive and it intends to be an optimistic read but I can't help but feel so pessimistic and miserable when I write it.

Love isn't damned, I know that much, I've seen it in so many people and so many other couples that I know it's out there.

Just gotta keep my head up and not shut down, it'll be around when I least expect it, heh, once more with feeling...

Poem #4

"Final Rest"

What is it with this life I lead,
Am I meant to show and bleed?

Human weakness all around,
imperfection buried in the ground.

When things seem okay, I'd love to say
Wait a while, you'll see, just stay.

That when the going starts to get good,
there'll be something brewing under hood.

Ready to explode, rise up above
rear its head and then shove.

It's ugly problems in my face,
I'm four steps back and out of place.

Why my life couldn't just be plain,
devoid of pleasure, devoid of pain.

Then again, if these things I never did see.
I don't think I'd be anywhere near me.

So in second thoughts, I suppose they're good,
because I know just what I need, I should,
not stop in looking and in my quest.
I've yet to hit my final rest.