The Negatives of Life

When life just isn't what you want it to be,
what do you do?
When you want to look up to someone,
who?

Right now I feel like a foot,
trapped in a shoe.
Without any friends,
I have no crew.

An Ant

An ant, small and simple minded.
An ant, with one mission in life.
An ant, some say it causes a mess.
An ant, disregarding makes one worthless.

Chance to Be Me

If I was a squirrel,
in the middle of the forest.

If I was a fish,
in the middle of the sea.

If I was a bird,
up in the sky.

I wouldn't have the chance to be me.

What and Who

A long way too see things,
and a long way home,
it isn't what you see,
but who you see it with.

Fall

The leaves are falling,
in all sorts of colors.
The air is chilling,
and the tree shade is thinning.
What is this phenomenon,
let us throw a ball,
Yes! Yes! It is fall!

Little Things

A look, a smile,
a nod.
A greeting, a handshake,
nothing else to be said.
Perhaps little things are all a person needs,
and that way, they are in peace.

Brain-dead

Just a poem I wrote late last night while thinking about all the technology we have nowadays, and the extreme reliance on it.

Brain-dead,
in my head.
Brain-dead,
mind full of lead.
Brain-dead,
ain't got no more red.
Brain-dead,
technologically wed.
Brain-dead,
robotically fed.
Brain-dead,
an electronic bed.
Brain-dead,
are the last words he said.

Include

This poem was interesting to write, as I wrote one stanza then took a break and wrote another on it's own, so each stanza is unique to itself. The poem is titled, "Include".


I Want to have memorable days,
Days I can praise.
When I look back and reminiscent,
I wanna see happiness and joy.

I want to forget the anger and fear,
All I want to hear
is the voices of those close to me,
those no longer with me.

I want to be proud of my past,
it went by far too fast,
So when I look back,
Bliss I do not lack.

I want to tell stories when I'm old,
feats of me being bold.
And in all those stories too,
I want to include you.

Been A While

So, it really has been a while since I have posted a poem on here. The thing is, I still write a lot of poetry, I just do not post it, or do not record it as I come up with it, so I have a lot of poems that are not completed yet. I hopefully will start up on the poetry more again, so be on the lookout!

Waiting

This is just a short little poem I wrote in abstract, as it can really apply to anything. It is titled, "Waiting".

Waiting,
for something,
for nothing.

Waiting,
for someday,
for what day?

Waiting, nothing but waiting,
for an opportunity that waiting won't give.