Poem:What happen

What happen

I do not know you

You look the same but a little different

I cannot remember who you are

The last time I saw you was a blurry

You are not the person I met almost 30 years ago

You are no longer driven

You are not moving forward but it seems you are moving backwards

Almost at a stand still

You always dreamed of something bigger

Yet you only got something better

Nothing is wrong with that but

What happen

Did you dreams disappear when the morning light

Are they hiding in the evening shade?

This is not you

I do not like the person you have become

Are you okay?

Is this your new dream

Are you done searching for better

Or are you settled in the comfort of this life

Just tell me

What happen

Life

Story: Now that you are gone

This is a monologue form a story I am writing.

“I remember the first day I saw you, and I must say at first I wasn’t impressed. Sure, you were gorgeous, but at the time I di not know that I was in the present of my partner for life. We were at different points in our lives if I do say so myself. I was sitting with Tommy, Logan, and Aubrey, then you walk up with Sharon to talk to Logan. I did not look at you at first, but then when I saw I though wow, but at the time I was not ready to be in a relation especially one with you. Then a couple days later I remember seeing you sitting in the yard by yourself, and I decided to go reintroduce myself to you as they say. Ever since that day sophomore year you have been by my side. I never thought that the day would come, and we would become one, but it did. You are and will always be the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life. I promise this to you no matter what I will always love you. You will always be the person I run home to when work is done. T he person I will always tell my deepest and darkest fear, and not worry about a soul hearing. I want to also say to you that I will never leave you. I will always be you protector, and make sure that you have nothing to fear for the rest our days. These are the vows that I am making not promising to you, but guarantee that I will be the one to hold you hand to and make sure that the tears you cry are from joy, and not sorrow. So, from this day forward we will be one.”

 

There will be more to come this is just a little snippet of what I am writing. I must say this is not a love story.

Poem: Light

The show is over.

It is time to say goodbye.

Though you would like to stay awhile.

The sun has come and gone.

The moon is now basking in its light.

You go back to the day the light went away.

The dark was all that help you.

All that covers you and yet it was also all that scared you.

You thought tomorrow was wrong and today was right.

Then one day the moon gain light.

It showed you hope.

You were no longer in the dark.

You were now walking in your light.

This is still a work in progress.

Next

As this month draws to a close, I cannot help  but wonder what’s next? That is a strange question to ask, but with everything that has happen I can’t help but ask. I do not think that is something that we can answer, nor is it something that we should answer. What is next is not meant for us. We will find out eventually, but with all the uncertainty out in the world, it could be hard for people to picture life past today.

Poem: I don’t know

Back to life as if nothing has change

Yet as I look around only dust and dirt remain

From the people that used to hang around the corner store

To the old man begging for change down the way.

You rush to check on your love ones

Then you remember that they are not there

The children are not running around outside

And the oil is no longer dripping from your uncle’s car

The shelter you hid in is suddenly gone

But there is a light that is shining bright over there

You see a familiar face that has been gone for years

When you touch her face it makes you feel real?

As soon as you turn your head, she is gone with the dust

Like the man down the street or the neighbor in the front yard

As you look around trying to see if this is real

You wake up and weep for things that has disappeared.

 

 

I just felt as if I needed to write something so I wrote this. I am still figuring it out.