Weak

This IS me caring
If only I was strong before
I am weak
I am silent
I write
I weep

Buzzword: Downward

Downward spiral is the buzzword for today
Depression, my friend, where have you been
Don't pass me by without sufficient muse
Deposit my fair share of daily inspiration

Twitter Musings

Twitter, why do I consider,
feeding you thoughts that should never leave my pen,
thoughts that should never be there to begin?


perhaps to be continued...

Writer

If I wrote every time I had the urge,
I'd never accomplish anything.

Maybe I should be a writer.

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Effect

If you don't know how I'm feeling,
You don't know me very well.

If you have no desire to read what I say,
I tell myself you still care, just not my way.

If you don't know why I listen to what I do,
Then you've never been here before.

If my emotionless state dumbfounds you,
You don't affect me deep enough.

If you question what I say,
You're getting closer to the truth.

If I hear one more time that "it'll all be okay,"
I might show you that it's not.

You push, I pull. You pull, I push.
Nothing will ever be resolved.

In the Mindset of Hemingway...

tonight, thinking about drinking myself stupid and writing till I can't hold a pen any longer

Ten Years

I just spent an hour.5
reading all my posted poems
February 2010 back to
January 2000.
Ten years and counting.

Short

Short bouts of sharp words say more than sentences ever could.

Pens

Pretty script,
soft grip,
fine tip.
Now I remember why I like these pens.

Ten Years Ago

Ten years ago
you were two years younger than me.

Today I am here
wondering how this could be.

When I was ten
you were writing me.

Now I am reading you
and learning for me.

A Glimpse Inside

Upon the realization of the personalness
and the personality
that I display via my poetry
and prose
I began to question myself
Am I prepared to share myself
[this side of myself]
With someone who knows me on a face to face level
Someone who I feel will take my every word
written (and left dangling between the lines)
and diagnose them to learn me
Not, I feel, to judge me
but to use the power, revealed by the eyes
to gain a glimpse into this soul of mine

The power of knowledge and wisdom
the implications of manipulation
the deepness of soul and thought
the residing of previous and ancient wisdom
the non-learned, but sharpenable awareness
--The look in the eyes.

Can you read my words and thus my thoughts?
Can you see through my attempt to be who I am?
Do you understand what it is I say?
- what it is I aim for?

Can you see
that I can see,
but that I do not see, myself?

*Tags Added*

I undertook a bit of a personal goal and added tags to all (most?) of my entries. Some are not as complete as I would like, but they are there. Largely for me, so I can find and sort and such, but also for anyone else who might like to browse by topic.
=)
~seh

A Little About Me

I am called a hippie
I am called the black plague
I have been mistaken for a freak
...go figure ;)
I listen to a little of all music
I like hunting for Bambi's daddy
I don't like people
...some individuals are okay
I don't like putting chemicals into my body
I drink mostly water
I recycle my water bottles
I don't hug trees
...but prefer to climb them
I like climbing lots of things
I am really a little kid
...but very much an adult
I don't like other people's kids
I will have my own someday
...they will know how to behave
I dislike people who choose to be unintelligent
I am not a fan of people calling "just to talk"
...but always have to have my phone
I am textually active
...but not sexually active
I am addicted to technology
...but enjoy times when it is stripped away from me
I love to go out and run
...even though I don't do it
I like to sit down for hours with a good book
...tho I don't do that often either
I do write a lot and often
...and random things, such as this

Train of Sleep

My train of thought may be skattered,
But my train of sleep has been shattered.
I start to think,
I begin to write,
Where does it end?
Where does it end?


...writing upside down does not work well with a ball point pen...

What it is I See

Sometimes I wish it were possible
to capture a photograph with words.
To capture what it is I see, in words.
I know not vocabulary so elegant.
This I suppose, is where the cliche comes in,
"A picture is worth a thousand words"
If only I could capture
in so few words
the elegant beauty I see
All that is in the world.

To make a blind man see
by way of hearing
the words of page read aloud...
If only I could capture
what it is that I see.

Tonight, I Write

I have not written in so long.
And here. Now.
I find myself opening up.

In this dark night;
One like no other,
When I had a chance to sleep.

And I find myself writing.
I love it.
I wouldn't give it up for sleep

I chose even,
it over
my other thoughts.

Poetry Slam

You put me to shame with your fancy writing
and your loud shouting
Your scene
and your organics
"We're NOT scene kids," you shout back
as you roll your eyes and walk away
...your leggings and shirt dress betraying you.

depressed sometimes

I feel like a such a crazy girl sometimes.
I try not to get depressed, sometimes.
I don't know what to do / not to
do, say / not to say, though.

I get depressed
I think, I write, I cry;
I smile, I move on.

My Preferred Medium

It's just a horrible vicious cycle
I keep thinking and wanting to speak and not speaking.
I choose to write b/c I cannot be interrupted
and I can word my thoughts and see them and
still make a final decision before I share them
With you, with the world...
that's why I consider myself a poet, writer
Writing, my preferred medium
So I just keep writing...

College Daze

I want to write
I want to yell out
what it is I have to put on paper

I have college
I have class
...I have friends

I want sleep
I need to go to bed at night
but life is good

Class has not started
I am dozing
There is no teacher