Confidence

Walk into every situation with your head held high, as if everyone were looking at you, because someday they might be.

Mother's Day Poem; A Fun Little Ditty

Sitting at my pc

I realized “Oh crap

I need some new poetry.”

For its mother’s day.

Pretty soon we will

All be merry and gay…

Ewe this poem is lame.

Let’s try again

And maybe not be so tame.

So a new topic

I do propose,

Something a mother can love

From her head to her toes.

What to write? what to write?

She already has all that she needs

And probably all she could want,

So what could I do for good deeds?

She has a husband and daughter

Who unconditionally love her,

No, no enough with the mushy

This won’t do, not for a connoisseur.

I am an excellent writer,

Why am I having this block?

It’s quite frustrating you know

Almost like picking an invisible lock.

Perhaps the problem lies,

Within the fact that I cannot

Fathom how to describe

something as simple as a blood clot.

So because I cannot describe

an unconditional love

without being cliché or mundane

All I can hope is that a dove,

A white dove will hover

Like the soft wings of an angel

Over you on this mother’s day,

Keeping you safe in a cradle

Of love, and happiness

that no one can breach

to create a horrible nastiness.

So my dear mother

This mess must come to an end,

For it’s a terrible bluster.

A wonderful woman like you

Deserves something better

Yes, yes, its true.

This did you no justice,

And I am sure

That in my process

I will write many more

And hopefully better lines

That don’t make your ears sore.

And because I do not know

Quite how to end this,

Happy mother’s day to you!

Limousines, Finished Version

Limousines

Long and sleek.

White or black.

What does it matter,

As long as it doesn’t bring us back?

Fizzy and crystal.

Whine or champagne.

What does it matter,

As long as we don’t remember?

Silk and ties.

Roses or carnations.

What will it matter,

If they don’t care?

Money and rings.

White or black.

What does it matter,

If they love?

The Difference Between Me and You

Oh the wonderful things I think of at 1:30 in the morning....

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
but here is the difference
between me and you:

You think I am sweet,
I think you are sour;
your impending doom
is on the hour.

So lets go for a walk
just me and you,
past the birds and bees
and roses in bloom.

And on the way back
all I will bear
is this gun in my hand
and the breeze in my hair.

So the difference is
between me and you
is that I am alive
and you are through.

I Dream of Change

I’m sitting stagnant

My wrists are bound with invisible ties

The want to pack and the need to leave

Are only allowed to be dreams right now

The dream is only allowed

A throbbing head rush

The thumping heart

That must be kept inside

For the words that would be said

And the feelings that remain

Are restraining me here

Till my soul is dead

Frustration is inevitable

The dream might explode

Into uncontrollable actions

And angry hurtful words

The desire to leave

To go someplace warm

And start over,

I hope I don’t forget them.

When the opportunity finally comes

I will rush through everything

For if time could only move faster

I would already be free

Hmmmm... me thinks it might be a good rap song. But I don't know if I like the title

WE

Welcome to my brain at midnight, when I am jealous, pissed and scared for a friend.

We are scared.

We have struggles.

We are young.

We create problems.

We are strong.

We like to think so.

We will make it.

We will… wont we?

We learn fast,

We can heal,

We will deal,

We will love again,

We will love ourselves.