Writers' Woes

This will be a writing piece blog that I will try to update often(Or whenever I write something that I like). UnderCut.

06/22/12
I went through hell and back,
But I don’t believe I ever left.
I had had enough; I gave him the sack,
But I wish I never did.

I don’t wish to drown,
I don’t wish to be like the others.
I am tired of my frown,
I am tired of this.

He showers her with the same love.
He pretends life is perfect,
Like they fit like a glove.
Yet I know the truth.

I don’t wish to scream,
I don’t wish to be like the others.
I know nothing is what is may seem,
I now know what to look for.

I went through hell and back,
But I don’t believe I ever left.
I had had enough; I gave him the sack,
But I wish I never did.


05/22/2012
When I was little, I wanted to be a super hero
Because no little kid wants to be a zero.

I wanted to read minds
To know what they knew.

I wanted to see into the future
To know what to do.

I wanted to win every game of tag,
To run faster.

I wanted to be magic,
To be a spell caster.

I wanted to change my shape,
And win every hide and seek.

I wanted to be brilliant
For the world is for the meek.

I wanted to be a ghost,
So I could fade through stones.

I wanted to grow wings
To escape peoples’ groans.

When I was little, I wanted to be a super hero,
Because no little kid wants to be a zero.

05/21/2012
So many things to ponder,
To question and wonder,
To dream and discover,
Is this where it all begins?

Mistakes may happen, always plenty of spills.
No room for not caring, apathy kills.
Only the persistent make it, the strongest of wills.

Worries that stand so tall.
Too many ‘what ifs’,
No time to clear them all.

Keep your eyes wide open.
Huge events can be sudden.
Big roles, with even bigger burdens.

Too many words left unsaid.
Do you want people to hear ‘em,
Only after they’re dead?

Never to know what hit you,
No regrets allowed, but you let ignorance rule.
You fell so far, yet you had no clue.

To dream and discover,
To question and wonder,
So many things to ponder,
This is where it all begins
and it never ends.

05/21/2012
I have a dream, that one day
I will be free of this world holding me down,
That I will fly high above those clouds.

I have a dream, that one day,
The people living around me will finally wake up,
That they might finally see,
that our lives are what we want them to be.

I have a dream, filled to the brim with hope.
I can only dream of the things, I want to see done,
Because this life, our minds, our rules,
They hold everyone back.

No one can see the light, only their own wants and needs.
No one wants to step up and fix their problems,
For it is a mighty deed.
No one can be bothered to open their eyes
Or widen their smiles or live not only for the moments
But for all of our futures.

I have a dream, but it is not my reality.
That is why my days are trimmed with a simple silver lining,
The hopes I call my dreams.
05/21/2012
I remember
Warm summer nights
And clear skies
Filled with tiny lights
Like fireflies,
Burning with all their might.

I remember
Exploring from dusk until dawn,
Whole days fueled by curiosity,
Ending with yawn after yawn.

I remember
The rain like a shower,
Constant and warm,
And how you’d glower
After every puddle splash.

I remember
The lake full of fish
With catfish as big as I,
And the dog with the slobbery kiss,
Who always grinned.

I remember
Warm summer nights
And clear skies
Filled with tiny lights
Like fireflies,
Burning with all their might.
05/21/2012
A man, a lord of time,
Traveling through all universes in a blue box.
A being of the past, still in his prime;
As cunning as a fox.

In his hands he holds a screwdriver of sonic
And an offer of peace.
A mix of a man, truly ironic
For one who runs from police.

So many faces,
Uncovered by the power of regeneration.
Found in so many places,
He’s part of every generation.

A lover of bowties,
He’s always very striking.
These aren’t lies,
The Doctor is a man worth liking.

Gorgeous. /stalks quietly

Gorgeous. /stalks quietly from a tree