PASSION BLOG

Passions vary from person to person, and when we grow so do our passions. Mine have grown from athletic based things to art to writing. As I tragically found out that I will never be anything along the lines of athletic, or at least not anything in reality. I can play some BALL on PlayStation. I tend to give up on things when they don't go as planned, but writing was never like that for me so here are some of my poems that I wrote for my most recent portfolio:

“Vase”

The vase sits in the middle of a living room

Lifeless

Meaningless

Much like you

It holds something so beautiful but it forgets to drink the water it's given

So the beautiful thing dies and is somehow replaced with another a little less beautiful

The process repeats and the vase still stays on the table

Lifeless

Meaningless

The shot of a gun

The smash of glass

I am picking up the pieces unaware if they are mine or yours

The vase sits in a different room now

Missing half

Tucked away on a shelf and revisited when you take your winter clothes out

The vase sits

Lifeless

Meaningless

Missing pieces hidden and forgotten

Better luck next time.

A lesson learned is a lesson lived.

“Early morning thoughts”

Its early

Around 6 am

The birds chirp to let the world know they are alive

I find myself  envious of the birds and their symbolist ideals How could one be so perfect for poetic rhetoric

I ponder and sip my coffee

Scratch that

I sip my tea

much more meaningful and light than coffee

Too dark

I don't want to be dark despite my emotional tendencies

I want to be able to live freely and not be held down by the weight of self expression

Stumbling over my disregard for myself

I allow myself to breathe

For the first time in months

Letting the world know I'm alive.

“High”

I have a tight feeling in my chest

Either due to the Adderall I just took or the joint I just smoked

I always wondered about how others perceive me

Forgetting I don't know how to perceive myself

You see

I spend my life fixing the flawed characteristics of my body and face

I spend my time

I spend my time

I waste my time

“Forgotten poetry”

Run around in circles until you fall

An epitome of love and lust

As we forget the difference or confuse it

It's the downfall of our a kind

Or maybe just you

Sit me on a table to cool down

to assume

That i am okay with you keeping me in your pocket

I am not.

I continue to not be content with the betrayal of such

Why is it easy for you

Why is it easy for you to break my heart

Let me cool

“Play time”

I believe you see me as a toy

A toy in which is better with its clothes off

A toy in which is easier in the dark around 3 am

A toy in which love radiate outs of

A toy in which loves you

a toy none the less