Poetry Class, Excersize

Sludge slides down my throat
With it comes hot, bubbly, frothy foam
Mmmm
I hate mornings, except for this part

With every wisp of steam
I visualize my father
Waking up every morning
To the smell of joe

He taught me how to drink it
Like the cowboys of long ago
Its not good unless its makes
A horseshoe stand on end

The simple feel of it against my tongue
Somehow forces my feet to move
Forces my hands to type
And my head to focus

I am
Instant human
Add coffee.

A Fairytale Ending

a fairy tale ending gone awry; true love that once flourished, was forced to die; something so sacred as you and me; but now forever, will never be

the pain that cuts, deeper than a knife; smile for the world and your perfect life; bleed deeper than you’ve ever blead before; know that me and you are no more

as i look in the mirror, this pain seems so real; sometimes its hard to know, this is what YOU feel; i am only a visitor in your nitemare, i only see the things you fear; MY fear, is simply that we’ll become you; that this one will also become two;

he calls me crazy, emotional and insane; i just wish he knew that im not to blame its fear that drives me to act this way, fear that tangles the words i say; for in my heart i know its true; that if there is love, then there is also you;

First Draft, Adelaid

Green eyed Gypsy girl of a simple farming life ,
dust and dirt in her sleeves Adventure in her heart
Tired of the world she see from her apple tree
Tired of the life she leads, a simple wife to be

Wisps of mudd brown hair plastered to her face
Sweat on her brow still she bends to lend a hand
Never forgetting the pastors words, of loving others first
Never forgetting where she stands,as if the ground is cursed

Early to rise early to bed, milking yet to do
Fairytails fill her dreams, a womens work is never done
Refuse to wait for someone else to come riding through
Refuse to stay where she is, with little more to choose

Feeling

Empty.
Wait there is a shimmer over there in that dark corner,
...or was it my imagination
i hear longing for something so much sometimes makes you see it;
even when it doesn't exist.

Frustration.
Because I can't do a lot of things right,
...but that is simply cause you never taught me
how am i supposed to know something, to do something, to be
something that i never have been before.

Drive.
Desire, however you say it it still screams adventure to me
...but who wants to have adventures alone
i still want someone else to be there with me cause the dark
sometimes scares me.

Me, Crazy.
Some say i am crazy, to them i reply it is only for the glorification of God
...that it seems i am peculiar
but does that make me far more crazy- believing in something that people can't see
i guess this life is peculiar.

Existence, Poetry Class Ex.

The Feeling of the Galaxy is immense
Small and meaningless our world
To exist and exist together
Young and Old still seek to discern it
And no matter how you examine it
It cannot be explained.