You

You

A late Valentine’s Day poem…

 

You can see

That I love you

We’re one and two

Just me and you.

You’re really all I need

 

Like puzzles and paints

We’re not the same

Now new not plain

But who can blame

You’re really all I need

 

We see each other

Just one another

Telling us the time

We’re stuck in sublime

You’re really all I need

 

H

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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30 Days of Poetry: Day #7

Day #7: Write a poem about something that makes you happy.

 

To hear you in the air is blissing

And I want to celebrate my sensitivities

Nothing has to be done

Just as long as we can hear

 

The words of your music, and music

And the taste of your knowledge

Who would have known

that entering here would be without effort

 

Separated is lost and silent

I feel the need to touch and hear again

Pluses with Vibrations

Collect our joys in the pockets we share

 

Sounds and music

Embraces our embraces

Beneath us is the soundscape

And to escape was our home

 

Approaching me and to you

Was the decision that struck the tempo

In our oceans of skins

In a girl and boy

 

H

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Walking

 

Special times are always

And too surreal that I want to bite my cheek off

or fall down the stairs

Just to wake myself from this dream.

 

And while we walk on the side walks

I can see you look at me

And the days are burning our skin.

 

The suns gets in my eyes

but I can still see yours brighter.Image result for sunlight and sidewalk aesthetic

H

 

What Do you Want to Do With Your Life?

I have been circling a question through my head. It is the one question that we all face in our coming adult years. What do you want to do?

That question can apply to a lot of meanings. What do you want to do right now? What do you want to do in four years? What do you want to do with yourself? 

What do you want to BE?

I do and do not have an answer to that question. All that I know is that I want to be doing something what is from my decision. I want to be able to give myself my own options and I am thinking through a college perspective. I want an apartment, I want to have money or some sort of income, I want an internship, and I want a career that I picked. And so far I am currently working on those things.

The reason why I am writing about this now is because today I got an email from professor I won’t no loner have since I changed my major. So I had to explain to them that I was not going to do their class again for this fall. I also had a talk to my boyfriend about what he wants to do after the four years. Whether or not to do another career choice added on to what he already wants to do.

And that made me think.

What do I want to do when I get to that point of my life?

Right now I changed to be only a English Major. I also added a teaching certificate for the future. But now that I think about it I don’t want to get that certificate and be done with my career. I want to WRITE. I love to write so much and I want to write books. I just don’t know what or where to start. I love poetry but I also want to practice my prose. Not only do I want to be a creative writer but I also want to be a versatile one, where I can write articles and express opinions and issues and reviews. I want to be the best I can be at writing. It is my own way of express and enjoyment of who I am as a person, what my voice is trying to say.

I do and I don’t know what is going to happen.

But I do know that what I’m doing now I want to work hard at it.

What do you think? Where do you think you are in your life? Do you know what you want to do?

Much Love and Support

H