Sometimes I don’t know what to say
When I put my thoughts into writing
But what I do know here today
Is that I want to write down something

It’s time to let myself go
It is time for me to see
No matter going fast or slow
As long as thoughts roam free

Starting is always the hardest part
When it comes to writing poetry
But as long as it comes from the heart
Then that’s good enough for me

Bad and good, big and small
My poems come in many kinds
“Skill” doesn’t matter, if at all
What matters is that they’re mine

Through the days and days that pass us by
We make little choices throughout our lives
Perhaps sometimes they might seem wrong
But some may they lead to surprises all along

Some think of the road not taken
Or how in their search they’ve left doors unopened
Yet this is the path that we have set foot in
And this is where were headed till the end

But these choices that we make
Do we make them to control, or merely for their own sake?
I say that though time marches on
And mother earth and father sky sing their song

That they do matter
That the words we say are not idle chatter
That they can build a person up
That they can be worth more than enough

To change those around oneself
And be a light in the world, to help

I want to be that light
I don’t want to be snuffed out into the night
And I’m making this choice tonight
Because I want to make it right
And through these words I choose to write

Are all for you my dear friend
Who I want to brighten up till the very end

As you can see

My kind of poetry

Ain’t metaphorical or flowery

But then again

My poetry is simply me

Red and pulsating, nice and warm

Growing larger as my head leans down

To taste the dripping juice so sweet to the tongue

I take a bite out of the apple I’m having for lunch

It is a delicate thing a mask
So small, small, small yet
Fragile
My mask is carefully fashioned,
Crafted and shaped
Flawless but for a crack on the side I
Drape and drape my hair over
It is fine
No one notices
Or cares
Sometimes I wonder why I wear it
But when I get home
Staring at the mirror I am reminded
Why it must be so
My mask is my companion and friend
My harshest critic and my enemy
Yet it has been with me through ups and downs
Highs
And lows
The only constant in life
And sometimes when I’m alone
A tear drops
From the crack on the side