Quickly glancing
Towards the clock
How much time
Before I'm not
So much more
To be done
Frantically
Running
Towards
The Sun

Finish line
Just ahead
Fires
Burning
Green and red
What is
This big hurry
To be dead?

Larger than life
The paths we make
The voices we follow
The positions we take

Politics and religion
Impact our minds
Poetic prisons
Hearts on the line

Coming and going
Haunting like ghosts
So many issues
We dare to approach

Each of us
A means to an end
Blinding lights
Burning dim

On into tomorrow
These torches we pass
Surely these fires
Were not meant to last...

Writing site English Professor's
This is a poetical community
And not a writing class
I am sure you're educated
Hell
I would surely bet your ***!
But you see
Here's the thing
You're not one of us
No not yet...
And the higher intelligence
You're trying to hold over us
Is seeming less and less...
So when you're done
Pointing out
All our writing flaws
Uneven syllables
And broken poetical laws
Maybe read the thoughts
Of talented creative minds
And try to leave your arrogance
In your sublime...

I sat there in pain waiting for my little being
I heard you scream
My heart couldn't breathe
The moment your blues locked with mine you were my everything
My crazy baby,
strong and full of love
I knew you could do anything
Jumping off of what you could find,
you make my anxiety climb
Yet I only see my sweet baby
You grow nightly
I know it's the routine
Yet I cry
I cry because I know one day you won't need me
I know you will grow,
becoming something
I only hope to water your dreams so they to will grow, being;
honest
sweet and
true
Mommy loves you