Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
When sunflowers are young,
they face towards the sun
and follow it throughout the day.
Even only cloudy days,
they move their blooms,
searching for sunshine.
When I was young,
I faced the sun.
and looked to it for happiness.
I had many cloudy days,
where I couldn’t find sunshine,
but I found you instead.
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Sometimes when you are at
a fork in the road of life,
you choose the wrong path.
Of course at the time,
you don’t know this
(Or maybe you do,
I’m not one to judge).
It’s usually much later
when its way too late to go back
and you’ve done irreversible damage
that you stop and think
“Well shit. I’ve really done it now.”
Sometimes you get fortunate
and can tread you own, new path
to avoid the problems
that you almost walked into.
However, you can’t expect a
“T” intersection to appear
and magically take you back
to what could have once been.
Sometimes you have to accept
that your life has changed
and you can’t have your dreams.
You have to make new ones.
And yeah….it fucking sucks.
Life is trying to listen to music
to drown out feelings
in the middle of the thunderstorm.
AS the storm gets closer and louder
you turn up the music
to try and drown it out.
It isn’t necessarily safe
and may make you feel better,
for the time being.
But in the end, you know,
the storm will end and so will the song.
so where does that leave you?
Cookies fresh out of the oven
Sunshine warming the skin
unexpected flowers in full bloom
bubbles on my skin
A fully intact seashell
hush puppies that are still warm
a baby’s unexpected giggle
the silence after a good song
surprise phone calls just because
coffee at just the right temperature
fluffy snowflakes falling in slowmotion
constellations in the sky
fireflies lighting up just past dusk
hugs that last a second longer
unexpected reminders that I am loved.
I can say that I’m depressed,
be blunt and still be ignored.
But yet at my funeral,
people will say
“If only I had known”.
I am a large, round raindrop
falling from the darkened sky
on a humid, summer day.
You may see me fall,
you may even hear my descent
but nonetheless I will be forgotten
once my body splats on the pavement.
I miss the feeling
of my toes in the sand and
seashells in my hand.
When I look at my life,
I often don’t like what I see.
I’m overweight, in debt, stressed,
not as happy as I could be.
When I look at my life,
I often feel despair.
No matter how hard I work- I lose.
It just never seems to be fair.
When I look at my life,
I often feel discouraged and lost.
I might get somewhere if I give my all,
but that is quite a heavy cost.
When I look at my life though,
I often catch a tiny blink
of what I could be
if I slow myself down and think.
When I look at my life,
someday, somehow, someway
I want to look and be able to say
I’m glad I didn’t throw it all away.
I thought no one liked me
because I always seemed depressed
so I began to act more positive!
…nope. People just don’t like me
