Ok this started as
a you write but i slowly took it over so now its mine. and basically all
mine. i mean this is basically all my stuff unless stated. so go ahead
enjoy critique and well do what you want to do..
mk well to keep with
my tradition of posting everything i write here are the "I Am"
poems we had to write in english. Maybe it will give those people who
dont know me a chance to see what im raelly like.
I am
I am an ambitious dreamer.
I wonder what could be.
I hear chicken frying.
I see endless trails.
I want to ride on two wheels.
I am an ambitious dreamer.
I imagine life on the coast.
I feel excited to see my friends.
I touch those around me.
I worry about my mother.
I cry when I need to.
I am an ambitious dreamer.
I understand the need of democracy.
I say we fight back.
I dream to be a soldier.
I try to qualify.
I hope to succeed.
I am an ambitious Dreamer.
I Am, Too
I am a blind listener.
I wonder how it could get so bad.
I hear all your problems.
I see all your solutions.
I want you to see what I see.
I am a blind listener.
I imagine the unbelievable.
I feel your pain.
I touch you with my answers.
I worry they won’t work out.
I cry when you cry.
I am a blind listener.
I understand what you go through.
I say whatever makes you feel better.
I dream the impossible dream.
I try to achieve the impossible.
I hope for the impossible.
I am a blind listener.
Frustrations
Every now and then it seems that
It’s kinda hard to write stuff down,
When you can’t decide whether
your life is good or trashed and spread around town.
When you have two completely separate
feelings going on in your chest.
You don’t know which is more important
or which will come out the best.
Indecision overcomes you and it seems
that understanding has become a curse.
You know you have to deal with these feelings,
but which one must come first?
Should I join the ranks of the optimistic
and assume that everything is good.
Or become the dark pessimistic
and know I’ve done worse then I should.
Even after you decide and
your questions come to an end.
One more always comes up
“Where do I begin?”
Some short ones, no real purpose
just somethin i wrote
One week, one rose
another chapter comes to close.
Into your eyes I do look,
joyful it’s a chapter and not the book.
Petals fall from the sky
Landing where the sun doth dry
Petals wilt as days go by
because the sun is raised so high.
Even the devil cannot lie
mix beauty and evil, and one shall die.
