Hi
Guys!! So Obviously I did not do so well the first time around I tried starting
this blog… ah well, there’s such thing as second chances for a reason. J At least I hope so. Haha
So,
originally this blog was going to be all about reviewing books that I’ve read,
and now as I’ve explored other blogs and read hundreds of books. I’m thinking I
want to do something more interesting that just reviewing books. I want a place
where I and others can post pieces –whether it’s a book, short story, poetry,
anything.—and get some feedback but in a NICE and HELPFUL manner. J That sounds like such an easy concept
right?!? Well, it’s not something I’ve found very often. People can be really
mean without even realizing it. Anyways, back to the point. I want to do this
type of thing as well as review the occasional book, support other authors, and
you know the more common book blog activities. J
So
I guess, I’ll start off with posting a piece of poetry I’ve written and see
what y’all think. J
Today
Today is one of those days.
One of those days when you just wish you could go
back.
To last month.
To last year.
To when you were twelve.
Because, it seems anything would be better than now.
It’s
one of those days when you wish your friends were here.
That you had someone whose arms you could go to for
comfort.
That you had some where to go, something to do.
Just so you don’t have to sit.
All alone.
In an empty room
In an empty house.
Thinking.
About everything you don’t want to
think about.
About how you are all alone.
And that’s not going to change anytime
soon.
About how everyone is changing. Except you.
About how, life is dragging you along even though
you know you’re
not ready.
About how you wish you could pick up the phone and
talk to your best friend.
But you can’t.
It’s
not allowed.
You wish there was someone else.
So you don’t sit there thinking about what
may never be.
Crushing your own hope so that when the time comes…
It doesn’t crush you.
Wishing you could just skip this step.
Dreaming of what will happen.
On that magical day.
When everything will be just a little bit closer to
okay.
When you can hug your best friend again.
Then you, think.
What if?
What if that’s changed?
What if that won’t happen?
What if…
What if…
On and on, until.
You’re
back to square one.
All alone.
In an empty room.
In an empty house.
Thinking.
About everything you don’t want to think about.
And
now that you have read that, No I am not a depressed person. I write through
inspiration. Poems based on memories, and I don’t know very many people out
there that don’t have any slightly depressing memories. J and sometimes, you really do have to
endure some bad times, in order to truly understand just how great the good
days are.
Feel
free to tell me what you think don’t be shy, I put it on here to have some
different opinions. And of course If you have a piece that you feel would mesh
well with this one, post it in a comment! I would love to read it. J J Have a great night everyone!!!
