Poetry
While writing for me is more than just a hobby, I love digging deeper and pulling out words straight from the heart. Some are silly, some are sappy, and some are a little sad. To give you a better feel for my writing style, here's a few open form stanzas.
Going to Bed Angry
I'm going to bed angry,
I'm fuming in my sleep.
I'd rather make a kill list,
Than count stupid, little sheep.
I'm too mad to be productive,
Yet too enraged to shut my eyes.
If someone sets me off the edge,
They must simply have to die.
It's Such a Shame
It’s such a shame
You were playing games
When I had thought
The best of you.
You said keep in touch,
But I caught your bluff.
What did I ever do to you?
I was so strung up
By your gentle touch.
You seemed so pure,
So insecure.
We shared same passions,
We shared same dreams.
I thought we would at least
Be on each other’s team.
It’s such a shame
we’re worlds apart.
It’s such a shame
You hold a different heart.
It’s such a shame
You turned away,
With no explanation why
You went astray.
I’ll try not to keep you,
I’ll have to let you go,
Only because
I feel like I need you.
I adored you when I knew you,
You were always on my mind.
I must confess,
I’d love to see you smile.
You were the one that took me home,
The one I think of when I’m alone.
Now you’re gone for good––
And what’s worse––
It's not in the way
you said you would.
The Waiting Game
I've cast out every iron,
I've put them in the fire,
My eyes still grow ablaze
To watch it burn.
My hope is disintegrating.
It's gnawing at me,
It's aching.
I'm so tired of playing
This waiting game.
Waiting for the text,
And the email,
And the letter,
And that person to call me 'their's',
I'm trying to show the world
What I'm made of,
But I'm waiting on them all
To respond to me first.