write a poem every week

The pedals struggled to reach the light
for they did not have any hands to reach with.
The stems, connected to its roots, attempted
to transfer water in order to quench the thirst of its children.

I got so motivated by other people who have been able to express themselves through poetry and these past two weeks Ive written four already. I thought one a week was great but I guess that will be my minimum. So when I’m ready I’ll probably post one up as an entry. It has really helped me in tense situations since I’m not in my ma’s best books!

I wrote this on my list yesterday and I did start and finish writing a whole poem. I felt a bit of a release because I’d just come out of a really tense situation. I guess its a better way to deal with emotions so strong instead of putting them to waste, they’d rather become something creative or an outlet instead of pent up emotions!

I’ll tell you what I am
I’m fucking angry.
That’s right fucking and angry.
Its a bunch of ridiculous crap
when people have no hearts
and no regrets
they destroy people’s lives
and hopes and dreams
because they get paid $150k per year
and can’t keep their promises
by promoting me to 18k per year
with benefits.
Because I don’t have any fucking health care
and haven’t had any for two years
and I’ll I am asking is a shitty promotion
that this god forsaken company can more than afford.
That is the vent of the day.

Emotions are everywhere and nowhere.
Especially the ones I used to have
or do not want to have anymore.
Feelings used to have meaning or none
yet they have more than I’m willing to face
these days.
people are more disconnected yet
more tangible now.
i’m either a stoic robot
or an overwhelmed poe impersonation
only not as cool
or intelligent
or understanding of what is going on.
Things in the future, even bleak
seem better than no future at all.

As I sit here drinking away the pictures on the screen,
I scream inside for all of the faces I lost
All the faces that are now gone
Disappearing with every drink
Every sip
Every drag
Every…

Once sitting laughing with my love and friends
Now nothing but a keyboard and a screen
The only things that listen to me
So now I sit, smoke, drink and type

The keyboard makes it easy to escape
This is where I can write all of my flaws
And express my imperfections,
My distain for the world
The screen gives me hope, helping me search
Search for something,
Searching for the one thing that will save me
From this fallacy we call life…

I feel less like me every year. Like I’ve been losing or muffling some essential spark due to mundanities of life and the need to work.

Writing 52 poems is an excersize in reconnection. Here is an old one which reflects what I wish to correct.

© 2007

An Age of Disenchantment

Twenty years ago, haunted houses
came but once a year. Such joyously planned
smalltown halloween productions lit our
childhood facinations orange and bright.

We inched through those dreary-dark corridors,
and cringed between cringing friends
a-shiver with delight and dread anticipation
of that first ghoulish shock which lay ahead.

From darkness, the silent hand of a bloody scare
would burst our compact defence, a charge
easily conducted throughout our mass body,
to beg quick flight from our many skittish legs.

Those thespianic nightmares would whipcrack our
nerves into flight like teams of mad horses.
While we, our own helpless passengers, found
exhilaration beyond reason through this,

our one-night-a-year haunt. All eyes
divided among extremes of open and shutness, until
the inevitable expellation into relief of outside
air and mock bravado, “Let’s go again!”

So much unlike the haunt that houses me now,
which offers no such excitment, nor promise of relief;
which absorbs the thud of my lone and cheerless footstep
to sound at a later time, if ever at all.

© 2007

I used to write poems just all the time. And now none seem to be creeping out of my pen, but I did write one last night, and one a few days ago, so I would really like to get back into the habit of writing them. A group of my favorite poems that I wrote…are almost two years old! I need some new original stuff. Considering the link works, my newest poem can be read here: http://www.gotpoetry.com/Poems/l_op=viewpoems/lid=3066.html

i did write a poem last week… 6/5

lol i soooooo haven’t been doing this… i don’t even know that it’s important to me right now.. i won’t delete it just yet tho…