I've always loved writing poetry,
however, i found myself getting bored with the predictability of certain rhyming verses.
So I decided to mix things up a little.
however, i found myself getting bored with the predictability of certain rhyming verses.
So I decided to mix things up a little.
One Precise Cut
The dull blade rests in my palm, would it be sharp enough?
Patiently practicing my cutting, this would surly be tough.
Mulling it over in my head, was this the right thing to do?
I’m all on my own, I’ve got no need for a crew.
Making that definitive slice that cannot be undone,
there’s no going back, no place to run.
I take one last look at my blade, notice it curves up with a slope,
“STOP WASTING TIME!” Mom yells, “OPEN THE ENVELOPE!!”
The dull blade rests in my palm, would it be sharp enough?
Patiently practicing my cutting, this would surly be tough.
Mulling it over in my head, was this the right thing to do?
I’m all on my own, I’ve got no need for a crew.
Making that definitive slice that cannot be undone,
there’s no going back, no place to run.
I take one last look at my blade, notice it curves up with a slope,
“STOP WASTING TIME!” Mom yells, “OPEN THE ENVELOPE!!”
Worth the wait
I keep shoving it in, twisting and adjusting,
not sure what to do but should I be thrusting?
Am I doing it right, should I turn it around?
I do believe that I am almost bed-bound.
I slowly pull on the thin cover,
When she’s nice and cool, I honestly love her.
I’m almost there, almost at home base
I can’t believe it took me so long to put on a pillow case
I keep shoving it in, twisting and adjusting,
not sure what to do but should I be thrusting?
Am I doing it right, should I turn it around?
I do believe that I am almost bed-bound.
I slowly pull on the thin cover,
When she’s nice and cool, I honestly love her.
I’m almost there, almost at home base
I can’t believe it took me so long to put on a pillow case
The Never Ending Journey
Around and around I go
It never seems to stop
If I keep going at this rate
I honestly might drop
I don’t know what to do
I don’t know where to go
If I can’t get out of here
I won’t make it to my show
To those around me wondering
To those who are keeping score
I can’t believe I’ve been bested
By a revolving door.
Against All Odds
One step forward
two steps back
while it’s a challenge to push onward
it’s not motivation I lack.
No matter how hard I try
it seems like I’m standing still,
With everything coming my way
the challenge offers such a thrill.
Will I end up succeeding
is my end goal within reach?
Climbing higher and higher
perseverance isn’t something one can teach.
If I finally make it
the accomplishment could not be greater,
I found success!
I walked up a down escalator!