Life

When life seems all but well
When it seems like it couldn’t get any worse
Just like that, the rain pours
As if your life’s been cursed.

When happiness seems too far to grasp
And sadness is beneath your midst
Knowing up isn’t an option
Cause of all these damn turns and twists.

When looking up is all you can do
And hope to God it turns out okay.
That the hell we live through all the time
Will somehow pass on some faithful day.

But for now, knowing this is the best as it gets
With all the pain that you can’t take
Trying to get some ease of tension
Even if it means a bit more pain at stake.

Cause it’s always darkest before the next dawn,
It’s always the final push that gets you through
All the hard work and pain you endure
To have your life be more anew.

Life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
Many hills and curves we must get by
But in order to soar to new heights
We first must learn how to fly.

So with all the pain and heartache received,
All the shattered thoughts and bliss filled glee,
Now it all amounts to something
That all is what it’s meant to be.

Wake, work, home, eat, sleep.

Wake, work, home, eat sleep
This cycle keeps on and on
As the time it takes is so long
Wake, work, home, eat sleep

Wake work home eat sleep
This cycle don’t seem at all to end
All your life in work you seem to spend
Wake work home eat sleep

Wake work home eat sleep
You start to see your life is slipping away
As people no longer around you stay
Wake work home eat sleep

Wake work home eat sleep
I’m surprised now I’m even getting time to eat
It would be bliss to stop rest my feet
Wake work home eat sleep

Wake work home eat sleep
You doing so many hours you feel ill
And you keep doing the cycle still
Wake work home eat sleep

Wake work home eat sleep
People bosses customers just keep adding more
You start to long for sleep and to snore
Wake work home eat sleep

Wake work home eat sleep
Something drastic happens the cycle breaks
And that all that it really takes
Wake work home eat sleep

A Nonet

A nonet has nine lines, it can be on any topic and rhyming is optional. The first line has nine syllables, the second line has eight syllables, the third line has seven syllables, etc… until line nine that finishes with one syllable. A nonet has a definite format.

I always seem to say silly things
I am so random all the time
I use words I do not need
And try my best to rhyme
Somehow I confuse
And make you laugh
What am I?
Poem?
Yes

Tired

I’m tired of being tired every time I wake up

I’m tired
I can’t keep awake
I’m trying to stay alert
Awake, for heaven’s sake.

Tired, I’m tired
I’m tired, dreary
Don’t expect any sense out of me
Just leave me alone
Leave me alone
Leave me in peace
Just let me be tired.

I’m tired of dreaming of
dreams that don’t come true.

The ray of light that makes me feel better,
Is blocked by the clouds.
Suddenly a swift wind blew away the clouds,
And that ray of sunlight shone,
Like a spotlight over my life,
Warming me where I sit.

Sunshine

Sunshine on my face,
I love those warming golden rays.

Sunshine fills my eye,
When gazing up at the blue sky

Sunshine, for your soul,
Helps you to weather even bitter cold.

Sunshine in your week,
Helps pull you out of bed, when you are sick.

Sunshine on your brain,
Helps get out all bad feelings, and mental strain.

Sunshine in your life,
Helps you to deal, with all your stress and strife.

Mind wondering.

The turmoil.
The fluttering of emotions.
The questions running through my head.
How?
Why?
What?
What is the purpose of all these thoughts?
Can it ever be explained?
Will I ever know the reasons,
the purpose to all that happens?
Why?
Why?
Why?
When?
How long do I have to wait for things to get rolling?
Will it be soon enough?

Dreams

If there is one thing
That irritates me to the point of screaming
It is my inability to remember what on earth
I’ve been dreaming.
When I wake up my dream is as clear
As a color print of it.
Two seconds later my mind has slipped out of gear
And I can’t remember a hint of it

Although I’m sure it was all vivid and delightful
And recalling it would make me more aware and insightful.
Chances of Dreamtime romances I am determined to take
Since I do not get many offers by staying awake.

Time is all we have

Time brings couples together
Time keeps love going forever
Time an instrument of healing
Time it can be revealing.

Time to love me or leave me
Time to think and act
Time to look at the future
Time to make the memories last
Or leave them behind and in the past.

Time is where we are
Time is where we’ve been
Time is being lost
And found again.

Time will come
Time will go
What will happen
We don’t know.

Stories

I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this post. I mean yes it’s stuff I wonder about but I don’t know that it’s very poetic.

Oh well whatever. At least it’s being posted??

If only the beach could tell s story.

Who walked it, if they were using it to release pent-up emotion,

to stay in shape, or for its simple beauty.

Were they alone, or was it a romantic stroll.

What was said, was it used to begin their forever.

How many dogs roamed its shores.

How many groups played beach games.

How many couples brought their children

starting tradition of beach trips at a young age.

What would a beach be able to tell us that we don’t know.

Would it share secrets and stories.

Would it be more interesting than we can imagine,

or would it end up being the generic stuff that you could guess.