Some Poems

Okay, so this is kind of random. But it's almost three in the morning and I have this intense urge to post a few poems that I've written. I'm going to regret it the minute I click publish, but I guess that will just have to be....or I can delete the post before anyone reads this. (Which will end up being 3 people at the most?) The thing is, something that I've always known but I've been thinking about it a bunch this evening is this, I don't have any outlet to truly express myself. I like to claim I do it through photography or writing or crafting, etc. But really there isn't anything, not even plain speech, will let me get what's in my brain out in the open. Hence the reason I'm always terrified to share anything I've written that I've tried to make remotely intimate. But here goes.

{This first one doesn't have a title. I suck at titles. The point is pretty obvious, though.}

Fear
Like a stench in the air
It seeps
Into your skin
Your muscle
Your blood
Your soul.

Fear
Can come at any angle.
Above
Sideways
Below.
A ready Assailant.

Fear
Is a tool,
A mechanism of Defense.
Protection.
Your Friend

Fear
Is a destructive Force.
Tears you down.
Rips you from the seam.
Your Enemy.

Fear
Is a What If?
A question
Of all that could be
Or couldn't be.

Am I an empty shell?
An empty shell,
With nothing more to give.
Safeguarded from Sorrow,
Lacerated from Love.
Fear of Life.


{This one is actually about my said lack of ability to express myself. I came up with it while walking to my car from school one day. I was so impressed with myself I decided to submit it to be published in this journal (which by the way I've read a ton of poems from these UVU journals and I'm not a fan at all. They all are kind of stupid in my opinion. That is the only reason I thought I stood a chance. But it was rejected. :) oh well!}

Trapped {Lame title, I know....}

Mouth shut
Sewn up tight
I get the scissors
To make it right

But metal stitches
Hold their own
Made out of Fear
Harder than stone

Instead, attempting
To use my hands
I look down
And see unyielding bands

Wait! Wait!
Please don't go
There is so much more
You need to know

I try to follow
I can't use my feet
Horrified, I find
They've melted to the street

To late, to late
Head bent in sorrow
Gather my strength
To fail tomorrow.


Anywhooooo. That's that. Don't be too harsh in your judgements. I realize they are both rather depressing.....but that's when it's easiest to write crap, ya know? :D Mmmkay. Peace!