Future

The shore, the dock, the lawn

The lights rose with a glow

So it began

Us with a vast future

Once began

With him

Where the trees

Had once rose

Shadowy, old

Must have mattered

So us against the future

That must begin

Faster and further

Once contemplation

Faster and further

The future

One desired

Began gradually

Lights the future

Once could have

The Life of Words

Pen down on paper

Words flow down

Forget they were there

Shadows lurk behind

Now visible, on paper

I knew they were there

Tucked behind memories

Words that push away the pain

The remembered forgetten

The life behind the life

The hidden world

The life I lived while living

It’s there

I always feel it back there

I always try to forget it

But the life, the words are there

I can’t forget them

I can’t ignore them

I can’t change them

Just listen

All I can do

All I will do

Is write and listen

And write and listen

And hope that from the words

Something will change

And

Something will fix itself

Traveling and Missing You

Trapped in the middle of a 14 passenger van

Every minute going farther from you

Already missing you

Really missing you

I hate traveling

Listening to music

Still hate traveling

Stopped for lunch

Still hate traveling

Still missing you

Want to turn around

Know I can’t turn around

Missing you like crazy

Looking out window

Missing you unbearably

Have to get out of here

Tired of my music

Missing you insanely

Car ride is over

Still missing you

Ring

The cold, hard metal

A gold circle on her hand

Is it the ring that keeps her here?

With a broom in her hand

And dinner on the stove

Does it hold her prisoner?

Like the bracelets

In the station in town

A smooth, round design

Locks her into a pattern

Looking out the window

With dishes in the sink

Washing plates like the dirt

Caked in his palms

Will she shed the ties?

Break the circle and leave

But life in a small town

Is all she knows

And perhaps all she ever will know

And so the circle goes

A little town and the sting

Of the heartbreak

But the dinner is ready

And then more dishes to wash

Welcome!

Hi everyone!

This blog is where I post my poetry. I’ve been writing poems since sixth grade when an English teacher showed me a poem and I realized it was nothing like what I thought a poem was. I thought a poem was something that had to follow a very strict very set structure. After I realized that poems and poetry doesn’t have any rules that limit your creativity I started writing poems. When I switched schools six months later my English teacher encouraged me to write even more poetry. She also helped me find a poetry contest in my area and I won second place.  As I wrote poetry I decided that I needed another way to display my poetry and that’s why I started this blog. I help you enjoy and feel free to comment on any of my poems.

Thanks

S