For My Wife

Two years ago today

A dream came true.

My world stopped, rearranged,

Set its course, and began anew.

I tried, but just can’t believe

How our love up and grew.

How we stood and overcame our trials

And every tribulation we’ve been through.

I know it’s been a ride

And some days still seem dark and grim.

But our strength, it overcomes

Any rough spot we find ourselves in.

Not many can relate to that.

Crumbling when the world is too much to bear.

Which is why our love, is the type of love,

To which all others should compare.

I know we may be young.

But with our love so far from blind,

There’s no doubt that what we have

Will surely pass the test of time.

My Day

Yet another poem I just wrote that I don’t really care for. But I took the time to finish it so take it…

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My Day

Yesterday morning was a little special.

But still the same as any other.

Nothing remotely different,

Just the day.

And I must say,

The years are not what they used to be.

I remember when 3 weeks in December

Lasted AT LEAST 2 months.

I can also recall those 70+ days of summer,

Never, ever being enough.

I couldn’t help but think of my time,

While on my 2^nd bowl of Lucky Charms.

I’m… What?

..They’re magically delicious..

Don’t act like you’ve never done it..

I’m not sure if I’m where I should be.

I just wish I saw a sign,

Heck, I’ll be happy with a fortune cookie.

And it’s always this time,

This day, every year, that I start to wonder.

My mind starts running uncontrollably

And it can’t help but pull me under.

I guess it’s the way I’m made.

Just the thought of my very own day,

Is too much and leaves me toiled.

I’ve never been one to be catered to,

I guess I’m just not that spoiled.

But.

If I may,

Let’s say,

You offered me something like a new car

So I’ll never worry about getting somewhere.

Or a dream house

Or even something that just says you care…

I probably still won’t accept it.

I just know me.

I know who I am.

I may be older,

But I still understand.

Yeah, everyone could use some pampering.

Who doesn’t enjoy a little spirit lift?

It’s just lately, I’m not much of a person for gifts.

Yeah, a new car and house would be a dream come true.

Heck, a shopping spree to an electronic store would be sweet.

But I know it’ll be hard to live.

My conscience has never been an easy one to beat.

I just know I’m not deserving.

I don’t work, stuck in a limbo of my life.

And it hurts everyday.

No matter the acceptance from my wife.

I don’t even like choosing my cereal in the store.

No matter how magically delicious.

But I get by.
And I know why.

It’s not the strength in my arms

Or my fearless eyes.

It’s more the love I know is there.

The support of a wife who will always care.

It’s the son who smiles when he sees my face,

Not caring that I’m a mess, an unemployed disgrace.

Their love is enough to get me through My Day.

Enough to brighten my skies and conquer the fray.

They’re my life and represent all I believe.

And on this day, My Day, they’re the only gift I need.

Empty Thoughts

Empty thoughts whimper in the wind

Cluttered minds flooded with a sin

Tortured souls linger in the past

Remembrance of a sadness for what wasn’t had

And as I sit here in this moment,

Wondering if these tears are because I’m sad

Or maybe they’re just the oceans,

In the dreams I never had.

If I Had You

Another tale of my high school woes. I’m sure you sensed the pattern of me not being too popular back then.

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If I Had You

Endless dreams lead to a false reality.

And misguided loves float farther than the eye can see.

Out of control, into boundaries and walls.

Crossing lines, and walking down endless halls.

Different roads taken lead to the doors of our minds.

Far too many to open in just one lifetime.

But we try.

We try to open so many at once with just two hands.

Ha! Listen to me speak as if I understand.

I don’t know what I’m doing,

I can’t see the way.

Love blinded me,

But I could make it through the day.

I just won’t move,

I’ll stay here through the night.

Until love comes back to me to give me back my sight.

But how could it find me,

If it is blind itself?

Could it be I found the reason for loneliness all by myself?

Lying I would be, if I said that was true.

Because I wouldn’t be lonely,

If I had you.

The Mind

I’m not a big fan of this. But it’s been a while since I posted something. It goes with the way I’m feeling. Like just writing down what I’m thinking without really caring how it’s said. Goes hand in hand with so much happening and so much going on, you can almost tell by the rhyme scheme being everywhere that I can’t think straight….

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The Mind

The blank page is taunting,

Mocking my mind with its void.

In the least it’s daunting,

But with one good thought, it could be destroyed.

There’s just too much going on,

Too many questions and I’m tired of guessing.

I can’t think when my mind is gone,

And my thought process is not processing.

It’s like dreaming nightmares,

When you’re wide awake.

And you know you’re not sleeping,

The pills, too hard to take.

You try to pull together,

To answer your own yearning.

But there’s too much happening.

Too many gears on and turning.

That’s when I close my eyes,

In order to see things clear.

It’s why many love a disguise,

Too much in this world to fear.

And here,

A place so dark it gets hard to see.

This scape may lack but at least it lets me be.

So free,

That’s the way it should always feel.

But the truth, a stack of cards I don’t want to deal.

I can see the room start spinning from behind my eyes.

Is it the world that’s turning or is it all in my mind?

With the days becoming shorter,

Like the lines on my palms.

I open my eyes to take control,

As my thoughts become calm.

A Question About the Blog

After reading and reblogging Brocks poem I started thinking..

How about making this an open forum for everyone’s poems? I know most of you had to have written something in your past. And I always felt nothing that someone writes down as a product of their passion is bad, so don’t let that stop you if it’s a fear. It doesn’t even have to rhyme! I’d love to see what you all got.

So please, let me know. Should I open this up so you guys can post your stuff on here?