Whoo hoo for poetry!!

This one is called 'Stupid Reality'


Stupid Reality

Sunlight is shining through my windowpane,
rain is falling on my heart.
Thunder rages in my head,
and the birds are singing in the trees.
Everything that's going on around me,
feels like stupid reality.
And you all sit there, and judge me,
while you can't even really see.
You wouldn't think of discovering what I'm all about,
instead you believe what you don't know.
You wouldn't dare to be different,
you wouldn't dare to let them know you have a not-so-perfect life.

You don't know what to do, so you put labels out.
And you try to fit in with the rest of the crowd.
As the sunlight streams in, and the rain falls,
life goes on.

You have to find your place, and count your blessings.
Don't try to impress,
be yourself and no less.
So I say to you now, my dear,
the choice is yours.
Will you let the rain whisper to you,
or will you continue as you are?
As the sunlight streams in, and the rain falls,
life goes on.

I really don't spend all my time writing. I swear.

But I do spend a fairly good amount of time writing down things. It's what I love to do. So here's another poem I wrote. I wrote this one a while ago too. It's called 'I Cry'. Enjoy, and again, go comment-crazy.


I Cry

On dark nights, when I am the last to be consumed
by the sleep that holds so many hostage,
I wonder.
I wonder if it will turn out alright,
and how things might have been in another life.
I wonder if you feel these things too,
if the hurt kills you as it does me.
I wonder if anyone can see behind the lie
of 'I'm fine, really.'
I wonder if I am as transparent as
I believe to be.

On dark nights, when I am the last to go under
the nighttime spell,
I cry.
I cry for you,
who must experience so much pain.
I cry for me,
who hardly knows what's inside my soul.
I cry for them,
who don't notice that which doesn't want to be noticed.
I cry for the world,
that has become so blind.

Currently Untitled

I know. This is my second post today, right? I don't know. My days are so messed up. But you know, I just have to write. I have to. I just have to. I don't even have to write anything that makes any sense right now. But I just have to do something. And writing is the thing that I do best. But I just don't know what to write. There are so many things I could write about. So many. But am I ready to actually write about any of them? That, I am not sure about.
I think that the answer is no. I'm not ready. I just can't. You know what I mean? There are so many things I want to write down, but I can't right now. I just can't do it.

Peace
Sam

A Road To Guide Us

Hello readers!! So, I've really taken to the idea of posting poems, so I've got another one I would like to share with y'all. This is called A Road To Guide Us. I wrote it a while ago, and it's actually kind of strange that I stumbled upon it today while I was browsing through my poems. It's ironic because I'm kind of going through a tough time, and I had completely forgotten that I had wrote this. I never imagined it would help me through something else. So, here it is for everyone. Again, feel free to comment. (It's kind of long..sorry 'bout that.)


A Road To Guide Us

This road that we're walking,
is a hard, twisted lane.
And if we keep falling,
it's alright, we can handle the pain.
The rain will drench us,
and the sunlight will shine.
No matter the circumstances,
we must march on.

Fights will break out,
and friendships will end.
New faces will be seen,
and loved ones will be lost.
Silence will come,
and noise will be over-whelming.
No matter the circumstances,
we must march on.

I know that it's tough,
and sometimes you just want to give up.
But you'll soon get victory,
we'll soon leave this behind.
The end is so much better
than the trip that takes us there.
No matter the circumstances,
we must march on.

It's all planned out for us,
and it's our job to take it as it comes.
It's all our choice,
so what's it going to be?It's your life,
come on now, be what you want to be.
No matter the circumstances,
we must march on.

This road that we're walking,
is a hard, twisted lane.
And if we keep falling,
it's alright, we can handle the pain.
The rain will drench us,
and the sunlight will shine.
No matter the circumstances,
we must march on.

Ten Minutes

Hey hey everyone. Well, I kinda liked posting a poem up here, so I decided to do it again!! Of course, this one was written at a decent time, but I'm still not quite sure about the 'flow' of the words. Tell me what ya think!!! (It's called ten minutes. Which is how much time I had to write it.)


TEN MINUTES
Not much time to write,
hurried words,
frantic mind.
Not trying to rhyme,
hope everything turns out just fine.
Just say what I feel,
angry about so many things.
Pain to an extreme,
thoughts a confused mess.
I need to talk,
need to get away.
I don't know what to think,
don't know what to say.
So I just write it all away.

See what happens when I write at odd times?

So, I'm sitting here in front of the computer, not ready to go to sleep yet, and I decide to write a poem. Well, I don't know if you could call it a poem, but I'd like to think of it as one. So, here's what I came up with. (Feel free to comment on it, even if you think it's a piece of crap.) Enjoy.


WHAT A MORNING MIND CREATES
Sitting here with the lights turned off,
water bottle, music, and computer.
1:30 AM
Forcing ideas out of a tired mind,
words could sound better if I wanted 'em to.
1:33 AM
Words racing through my head,
none of it really makes sense.
1:35 AM
Regrets bitter and too much to bear,
worried about future plans.
1:39 AM
A confused writer,
I swear only one more poem before I'm off.
1:43 AM
TGIF I suppose,
hey hey to early mornings.
1:44 AM
A minute passed,
quickest typing yet.
1:45 AM
Ideas flowing like river water now,
bye bye to stalled fingers.
1:46 AM
I think I could go on forever,
writing minutes of my life.
1:47 AM
Taking a serious outlook on life,
what will happen if she dies?
1:48 AM
Inspired by a song,
silent tears fall for so long.
1:49 AM
Hey look I made a rhyme,
haven't thought about that in a while.
1:50 AM
Random writings of me,
twenty minutes pass.

Welcome to Thursday

So, I'm sitting here, playing Poppit on Pogo (I loves that game) and trying to figure out what to blog about. (Remember that last post about writer's block? ^^) And, behold, I sat here in front of the computer, and Thursday arrived without me knowing it. It's strange how time passes like that. It goes quickly, and you hardly even know sometimes. Other times, you can be aware of every minute. Like when you're waiting for something, time can drag on forever. (But I don't have to tell you that.) Anyway, this day (I guess it was yesterday now. So, Wednesday) went by so fast, I can't believe it's gone. I wonder how many days I'll have like this? How many days will go by without me hardly knowing? I just hope that even if the days go by quickly, I'll still remember it. Especially now. I want to remember every day I have with my sister. Yesterday, (or, Tuesday) my sister gave us a quite a scare, and now, it all seems so much more real. I mean, any of us could be gone soon, and I just don't want to forget all of these good times right now. It's important to me to have these memories.
Hope y'all have a great rest of the week/and weekend
Peace
Sam

EDIT: Okay, so when I first posted this, it says I posted it on Wednesday at 11:51 PM. I'm staring at my clock, and unless I've gone blind, the numbers read 12:45 AM. *sigh* Is my computer just messed up? Anyways, by my standards, Welcome to Thursday.