Those who know me know that I spend very little time online outside of my work these days. They also may or may not know that I rarely write anymore. If you read through my poems, you'll notice the majority of them are sad or angry.. but rarely happy. It's long been my theory that the reason for this is that I can always find someone to share the heights my joy with, but rarely can I find someone to share the depths of my sorrow with. So why have I stopped writing? I see two possibilites.. either I've found someone to share my sadness with, or (and this is my guess) I'm sad less often. I've gotten caught in that young adult day-to-day grind between work, school, and home. I still don't go out very often, but I like to think that I've come to terms with the fact that I choose to live my life that way. I'm not a partier--and never will be. Or we could just chalk it all up to the fact that I don't reflect as much on my life as I used to. Whatever the reason is... I don't write very often. Still, I ran across these poems as I cleaned house and figured I might as well share. Enjoy!
It's time
time heals
I'll never forget
though sometimes
I'd like to.
It was a mistake--
I wasted so much time,
so much life.
Convienent excuse
though you were,
I'm definitely better off
without you.
April 1, 2001
Welcome
We paint the mind
with words
of hope, love,
thought.
Welcome to the world
of imagination, joy,
devastation.
Bare your soul
for the world to see
and the world
will bare hers.
April 1, 2001
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