Boundaries

So I found this poem in the book where I right down my poetry. Kinda an obvious place to find my poems I guess, but I had forget all about this one. I like it. I think it might have taken me some time to write down the feeling. Anyways, here it is.

Boundaries push test recede find define erase mine. yours. ours? do we coincide? boundaries here there now what defines who you'll be? fame sex cash money lust or greed smile pray give faith hope and--charity? am I you am I me are we we? push test recede my boundaries define me one day here tomorrow there forever only me I'll be more than your thoughts of me

Sleep

A poem written with the worries of tomorrow in mind.

Sleep means tomorrow will come Do I want it? Do I want it all? Tomorrow has too many possibilities. Too many things to say Too many things to pray For one more day in good standing One more day without blunder Today was today-in all its glory I know what today held. I do not know tomorrow.

Silence

Here is an unfinished poem. It just feels like it needs more to me, but I wanted to share it with you all anyways. silence

a school dead with utter silence the school searches "who is it were missing" "guys, just keep walking" one crowd one heart one man not among us head search and hearts seek life stops

Poetry

words form in a disquieted mind. something about broken hearts. moments lost. failed starts. the words are childish. the tone immature. the writing poor. the words are written down- frowned upon. the writer recognizes insufficiency. he'll never capture reality. still somewhere in the writing process he discovered poetry.

What were you gazing at?

This one is inspired by the words of a Japanesse song. It happens to be the opening tune to one of my favorite animes, Naruto. Well, here it is.

tell me, what were you gazing at above the sky? tel me, what did you find? was there something in the bluest day or in the black of deep night? is there something to be seen above that cannot be found within tell me, what were you gazing at this night? did you find your heart? did you discover love? tell me this glorious day if I seek will I find you?

Days

I really liked the word day in this one. I also crossed this one out right after I wrote it. I don't know why I wanted to erase it.

I'll be alright some day these eyes may still cry from day to day but I'll move on to better days each step may die-kill the day still days in which life is the day will dominate my later days

did I tell you to be kind?

did I tell you to be kind? dream me something nice please. help me out of the world. truly something nice. ok God what a whirlwind I think I'm lost dream me alive okay?

look me in the eye

look me in the eye I demand you notice me care for me I'm here don't step above or around me I request you don't miss me I beg of you put me back into darkness look upon me no more be not with me I no longer wish to be loved

Poetry

You know I never remember what I write. I can obsess over a poem for days and days. Yet, once the words go on paper I forget what it was I was trying to say. Love me straight into the storm. I don't remember all the words. Bleeding. Why was my heart bleeding? I do remember the circumstances surrounding most of my poems. If you asked me to recite a couple you'd be outa luck because I don't remember it all. Is that weird. Should I know my own writing. Should I be able to tell you each specific line? Or is the fact that the writing just flows right outa me a good thing. My poetry is an extension of my feelings. Feelings come and go. Once the words are gone I think I forget it all

Another few days of inactivity. I'm sorry if you enjoy reading my blog and I don't update when expected. With that being said life has been rather eventful. I'm finished with choir. 4 years of dedication and I don't think the director even remembers who I am. With that being said, I still must thank him for giving me my first home at a foreign school. I went in empty handed and plagued by depression. Now, I'm leaving high school knowing that I gave my heart and soul to the school, to the fine arts department, and to friends-friends I never expected to find. Also, I'm leaving this place with more knowledge than I could have hoped to gather and a new passion for writing. I have to thank my teachers for that, and my choir director for getting the ball rolling. I will never forget being called into the hallway during the first week of freshmen year to talk to him. Talk about a scary experience. I could hardly even find my way to homeroom at that time. Having to visit a teacher during lunch was horrifying. Still, when I walked into the choir room on my first day of Advanced Choir I was welcomed like a normal part of the class. It was wondrous. I must also say that I'm leaving this school mostly happy and more or less satisfied