I haven’t written in a while, kinda felt bad about it. I guess this poem has been giving me a little bit of writers block. I can’t really figure out how to finish it, so here it is. Don’t really feel like finishing it really. Kinda tough to follow up a bunch of alliteration like that hahaha. But yeah as you can see I’ve been trying to put jealousy into words. Here’s my attempt, enjoy.

If imagination is a blessing
Jealousy is its punishment
The thoughts which once
Slowly carved out the beauty of life
Now bend my emotions
Into the circles and squares
That border the false assumptions
Which hang in my minds eye
Day after day
I look upon my world
Through the haze of half truths
And hasty assumptions
Jealousy killing me
With my own special ability.
A creative mind
Creating creative ways
To warp the reality
I see before me.
For a jealous mind
Makes even the truth a poison
And the bitter lies a comforting relief
My imagination blurring the lines between
The lies and the truth
Like the many moments before

The repetition
Is the ammunition
For my minds sad creation
Of my worlds new condition.
Jealousy is alliteration.
A reproduction
Perpetuation of my greatest fears be deconstruction
Culmination of my imaginations orchestrations
With the goal of elimination and extermination
Of every single admiration
All of my infatuations
Every bit of appreciation
All the good inclinations
Every emotion with benediction
Turning love into contradiction
Of words like “I love you” not meaning their definition
And the silence between two people becoming the exposition
To the untrue revelation
that all I am is an agitation
An aggravation
A cause for exasperation
The reason for my alienation
Depressions desperation
To life

Here’s a short poem I wrote at 3 in morning. I wanted to sleep but my mind just wouldn’t go so I thought a poetry session was in order. Don’t really know what I’m trying to say in this one to be honest, maybe someone else can make sense of it, but enjoy anyway…

My life
Is the pengelum
Swinging between the extremes
Of ever lasting love
And all consuming hate

If those two emotions
Make up the ends
What serenity
Do I find in the middle?

Upon sunsets brow
Do I watch the sky
Furrow it’s cloud covered head
As it tries to calm itself
Into sinking into the horizon
Dreaming as we dream
Of new days with new colors

If we dream of skies
Does the sky dream of us?
Gazing down at us
it’s stars in in it’s own
midnight sky
Ever changing constellations
Of street lamps
And headlights
Anything to banish the darkness

Does the sky see
The bright yellow lines
Drawing pathways
To guide our way home
Among the skies stars?

Does the sky look up
In wonder?
Does it dream of the stars?
Does the sky take comfort in us
As I take comfort in it?
Knowing that in all the chaos
My small piece of serenity
Lay above my head
And in the stars
Who stare back at me