Time's Short

Sorry for not posting in a while, but I have been pressed for time lately. So like my next poem time is short...

Time's Short

My life is short

Shorter than I could know

I wish that would change

but I don’t have much time

I don’t want to have any regrets

I don’t want to be sad

And I don’t want to be a lonely man

That’s why I need to find you

Time’s short

That’s all I really know

But if I spend it with you

I know I wouldn’t have a single regret

I wish

I wish life was as simple as 123

I wish everything was spelled ABC

And I wish our melodies could be Do Re Mi

Because in that world you would be with me

I wish I could meet one person everyday

I wish I could have 1,000 friends around the world

And I wish I could date a different person every time

So I can be sure that I will meet you someday

I wish I could see the world and all its beauty

I wish I could see a miracle in this modern day

And I wish I might be able to see the greatest faces of our time

So then when I see you I will know your beauty is truly unmatched

I wish I could expunge everything bad about me

I wish I was able to change the way I look

And I wish I could change the way I sit in the corner and wait for you

So then I will be the perfect man for my perfect woman one day

Even if things are not simple, that is what makes it fun

Even if I never find you, I will spend my life searching anyways

Even if I can’t see the world, I know your beauty will still be unmatched

And one day when I am the perfect man for you, I know you will enter my life

Final Moments

Final Moments

They were surrounded, him and his family

There was only one way out, one chance to survive

There was one thought in his head, to save those around him

With the grenade in his hand, and the thought in his head

He ran, as fast as he could, racing time

As thoughts passed through his head, he remembered good times

Times of sorrow, times of pain, times of joy

But most of all he remembered

The time he fell in love

He fell in love with his wife, his kids, his life

Still running he pulled the pin, to the grenade in his hand

He yelled “I Love You”

Then one last thought crossed his mind

As he dived to cover the last bit of ground

He remembered who he was saving

He smiled as he was immersed in light

The last light he would ever see

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