"opportunitys" poems
I've been thinking.
I've had my sights set on that one target for so long and nothing seems to be happening.
I just can't seem to get my aim right.
But then I meet you.
And you're a much easier target to hit.
Even if you're not what I was expecting,
Taking my eye off my goal for that split second gave me the best opportunity.
To meet you.
So just remember..
When you've your sights set on something..
Don't forget to take a break and look around.
Because you never know what opportunity you're missing out on...
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:09 PM UTC
The smoke curls its way around my head
Like the ivy on the south side.
It’s my secret I didn’t expect to keep
but it calms the disasters in my mind.
Looking up at the night sky stained dark blue,
flecked with stars and swirled with wisps,
I take it in
and exhale slowly,
like I’m trying to hang on to my final breath.
Its summer nights like these that make up my philosophy.
Summer nights that are chilled like crisp champagne
and bubble in your brain.
Sitting back and watching the night sky dance,
I let my mind wander and roam the world.
It’s true.
I want nothing less than the world.
Every flaw and every beauty.
Hold it in my pocket and take it out a a few times an hour.
Discover something new every time i fish it out.
And even though I take it out so often and behold the wonder,
I’ll never know all the secrets of my little treasure.
Oh, if only it was me instead of my dreams
Running afoul in these played out scenes
To live and breathe in a creation made up of good intentions
and filled with even more mistakes and tragedies.
And it may be selfish and a simple
wile of a fantasy,
but it’s innocent and still has hope.
In my hand, it still breathes because I breathe,
feeding off opportunitys made and chances taken.
A sharp wind snaps me back to place
where reality borders imagination.
Taking me in his grasp, he shakes me,
as a shiver rips through my body.
All that champagne is getting to my head,
making me tipsy and in the mood for an easy touch.
In my hand resides the tail end of my cigarette
that settled the exhausted nerve.
I take the final draw.
I hope to live so that my imagination runs out of ideas,
Filled it up with moments never imagined possible,
for that is truly living.
Exhaling, I let the thought weave its way up
into the night sky,
where it can play with the wisps
of other midnight cigarettes.
Stamping out whats left,
I whisper to whatever will listen,
“We are all ****** by our own desires. God love the man who wants nothing.”
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
If not now..... When?
When will I find someone like you again.
We've got eighty years or so to live.
And I've almost wasted 20 of them.
Then once I hit 40 I've no opportunitys to take.
So why the **** not.
I have 20 years to enjoy myself and do crazy things.
I've made my decision.
Now come a little closer babe....
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
You've kept me out of trouble
Kept me safe
But you've also shielded me from such beautiful opportunitys.
Today was nice but I only heard you in my ear.
STOP IT!
youre supposed to protect me,
Save me when danger comes, but it turns out I should have been protected from you.
I do thank you for everything you've done but I can never forgive the life you've taken away from me
And now I'll say farewell old friend...
Or should I say enemy.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC