Dedicated to Gavin

I wrote this poem after spending a fantastic day with my two-year old nephew, Gavin. I love you buddy.

GAVIN

At a little over the age of two,
the world excites you.
So much to see,
and so much to do.
You laugh easily,
and just need someone to love you.
A bit shy,
but ready to trust.

An entertainer,
and a dream-maker.
You make me laugh;
how I wish I could hold you forever.
You take my hand,
and show me how you see things.
You see the beauty in a simple flower,
and you notice the wonders of the world,
the rest of us have forgotten.

You have opened my eyes
to the world,
with only your innocence.
And I enjoy every minute
that you spend with me.
I'll love you no matter what you do,
because that's the way aunties are.

This Is Me

Yeppers. Another poem, headed your way. ^.^ Hope you like it. It's called This Is Me.

This Is Me

Getting new music,
and playing a game.
Writing down words,
I may be going insane.
Last one asleep,
first one to yawn.
Early mornings
are torture.
A slightly boring life,
with splashes of color.
It's how I live,
and I'm still breathing.

Getting new music,
playing a game;
writing down words,
and going insane.
This is the life I live;
this is me.

Hm.....

Well, you guessed it! Another poem!! I believe this blog is now pretty much dedicated to poetry. What can I say? I love to write! Anywho, this one is called 'Are We'. I wrote it a while ago...and I had almost completely forgotten about it. Then, I was just reading over some stuff I had written and I stumbled on it. I do that a lot. So, hope you like it!!!


Are We

I hate these times,
when the rain is never-ending.
And we are drowning in this river.
We have been drowning for ages,
never dying, but not quite living.
It's enough to kill,
but we stay strong.
Or do we really?
Are we as strong as we seem?
Does fighting the current count for everything?
What about the truth?
And what about faithfulness?
Do those count for anything towards strength?
If they do, maybe we aren't as strong then.
Because we hide the truth,
only telling what they need to hear.
And we only stay faithful,
while there is something there for us.
And we only seem strong on the outside,
where it counts for nothing.
But we are weak on the inside,
where everything counts.

I hate these times,
when we don't speak.
And we are kept quiet by many things.
We have been like this for some time now,
or were we ever anything else but this?
Maybe it's always been like this.
Maybe no one ever ever really speaks.
Or do we really?
Does anyone say what's really on their mind?
Or what they want the most?
And do they really want to say so much more?
Or is that all they have to offer?
I wish I knew.
I wish I knew if everyone suffered
as we did, do, and maybe will.
I wish I knew if everyone told the truth.
If they were hiding,
or if they were coming out of that old shell.
And we only say what they want,
where words are empty.
But we think of what we want,
where nothing is wrong, and everything makes perfect sense.

I hate these times,
when I don't know if
we are.
Are we?
That is the question I seek the answer to.
And it is what haunts me at night,
in the dark.
Are we?
Are we what we want to be?
Or are we just what they want us to be?

Words of comfort

Things have been really hard in my family lately. I'm faced with the possible death of my sister, and it's really really scary, and just a sad time. I was really feeling it this night/morning (whatever way you want to look at it) and all of a sudden, these words just came in to my head. Just this idea, of how it's going to be after we die. It was so comforting to me, I just had to write it down. And I know that it wasn't my own imagination that put this idea in me. It's just proof that in our hardest times, God is the one who really comforts us. The poem is called 'The Day I Look Forward To' I hope you all like it.


THE DAY I LOOK FORWARD TO

One day, when I come home,
I will climb in to my father's lap,
he will sing me a lullaby,
of all that he has done,
and slowly rock me to sleep.
He will take away the pain
of the life I'm done living,
and he'll wipe the last tear
away from my cheek.

And I will never hurt again.
He will show me the world,
the way it was meant to be.
I will live out my dream,
in his fortress of peace.
And I will see what he has made for me.

He will take my hand,
and lead me down the street.
A perfect world,
and I will know no fear.
And I will see the grandparents I never knew before.

He will whisper softly to me,
and wrap me in his arms.
The strongest shelter,
and I will be at peace.
And I will feel his powerful love.

I look forward to the day,
when I come home,
and I will climb in to my father's lap.
He will sing me a lullaby,
of all that he has done,
and slowly rock me to sleep.

Discovering new music

Well, I had my last guitar lesson today with my awesome teacher, Andy. He was really cool, and taught me and my sis a whole lot about guitar. I must brag a little, and say that I am getting pretty darn good at playing. ^.^ Anyway, Andy gave me a few sites to look at that have some good music-related stuff. One of the webistes is called purevolume. So, of course, I went to check it out as soon as I got home. It's a website that just has a whole lot of music from a whole lot of bands. Anyway, as soon as I got on, I found this one band called One Star Story. I listened to a few of their songs that they have up, and I'm already in love with the band! So, now, of course, I have to get their CD immediately!!! I absolutely love finding new bands to jam out to.
My sister just introduced me to Starfield. Again, instant love. I don't know how many times I've listened to Starfield's CD today. ^^
Peace
Sam

Interpretations

I realize a lot of you probably don't get what I talk about in my poems, because sometimes, I hardly get it. I just write down what I'm feeling at the moment, and then sometimes I'm like, 'Oh. Wow. I never knew that's what was going on inside of me." The last poem I wrote was one of those times. It was just what I was feeling at that moment in time when I wrote it down. I don't expect any of you to 'get it'. You don't have to. That poem was actually more of a general statement of the people around me right now. A lot of the lines were what I was feeling, but I assume a lot of us are feeling that way. But, I would love to hear what you think my poems mean. It's really interesting to me to hear how other people perceive a poem--not just necessarily things I've written. So, again, I love love love getting comments!! And, if there's a poem you really like, I would love to hear about it!!

Peace
Sam

Another late night poem

Well, I think the title pretty much says it all.

So much to say,
and not enough time.
Frightened and worried,
what will happen now?
Tears being held back,
and a secret being kept.

Stars in the sky,
learn so many things.
Inspiration and devastation
walk a twisted road.
A whispered conversation,
no smile on your face.

And dead-ends bring more questions.
And hope brings a possibility.
Faith brings trust.
And words bring an unknown.