Happy New Year

Happy New Year! I hope everyone well even though I know nobody is actually reading this. I hope anyone that I can the best. Here is a simple poem I wrote.

Night

Time moves slowly as the day disappears

Time seems to stop for a moment

As the sun releases it last light

Before it gives into the night

The clouds move together

The sun is gone

The world’s enclosed in darkness

As far as the eye can see

Time moves slower throughout the night

Leaving time to think

Time to reflect on the day past

Slowly thinking of what to do as time caves into the night

You wonder what could have happened

What could have been

As you slowly let go of consciousness

To dreams of the days to come

What I do Without You

What I do Without You

Life is without joy

Food is without substance

Time is without worth

Love is without happy endings

School is without drama

Friends are without a clue

My family is without humor

My day is without happiness

My will is without resolution

My faith is without hope

My sleep is without dreams

I don’t know how I live without you

Poetry

Poetry is my way to survive. Poetry is how I express my feelings, and also how I truly discover my feelings. It is how I discover what I truly want, and what I truly have. It is life and it is death. It is creation and destruction. To hope and then to express your destruction. But most of all to me it is something special. It is my failed attempt at showing just the taste of love that I have, and it is my way to try to show those who I like or even truly love my feelings. Since poetry is something so amazing to me I want to share it. I want to share it not to get rich and famous, though that wouldn’t be bad. I want to share it to bring joy to people’s lives. I want someone to read my poetry and imagine I am talking to them, and at the end have a smile on their face, or I want someone to be intrigued by my poem and think about it. I just want to share my poetry and have someone tell me it is good.

 Your Average Teenage Poet

If Only

There is nothing to say so I will simply leave a poem.

If Only

If I could only get things right, I would try, so I could no longer fail

If it took me a year to find you, I would search, till I found you and never let go

If one in every million things I said made you smile, I would say it all, till I got it right

If the world was what it took to make you happy, I would find a way, to make it yours

If it took me a life full of rhymes to find the perfect rhyme, I would rhyme, until there was nothing else that rhymed

If you wanted the perfect tune, I would make music, until I could no longer hear

And if you were a million miles away, I would crawl on my hands and knees, if there was no other way

I am willing to give you the world

I only request that you ask me to give it to you

Because if it makes you happy

That is all that I want

Merry Christmas

I am posting early today since I probably won't be on tomorrow, so here is something I just wrote.

The Fire

The fire ignites slowly, surely

Growing slowly

It crackles as it devours the wood

Eating  away

It releases a heat warming the room

As it release sparks

The wood turns to ember slowly, and surely

Soon to turn to ash

The fire captivates us, as it draws us in

The fire brings us safety, and warmth

That is soon to me gone

As next things we know it dies out

Slowly

Surely 

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post number 3

I love righting about things in my life, things that inspire me, and things that take my breath away. Here is something I wrote by looking at the stars a few nights ago.

Oh Lights

Oh lights shining in the night

Two lights equally bright

Oh lights in an eternal fight

Creating such a beautiful sight

Oh lights why must one be on top

Why can’t the constant fight just stop

Oh lights bickering so

Why don’t you just let go

Oh lights shining so equally bright

Just give up this constant fight

Oh lights shining brighter still

Why can’t you just chill

When time passes by

You will wonder why

You ever fought at all

Since after all you still appear so small