"skydived" poems
I've always had this empty feeling
in my heart.
I've tried many times over the years
to satisfy it
First I became a teacher.
What better way to fill my void
than by educating the leaders
of tomorrow?
I taught them. I filled their heads
with knowledge. Every child that
entered my classroom left with
an appreciation of what they
had learned.
Still, when I laid in bed at night,
I felt that emptiness in my soul
******* up my contentment.
So I stopped teaching
Next, I became an adventurer.
Clearly my last job, while fulfilling
was incredibly boring. What better
way to fill the void than to feel
the adrenaline rushing through
my head?
I skydived, I wrestled alligators,
I climbed mountains, I pod raced.
I felt more alive than I ever had
before. It was exhilarating.
Women loved me, men wanted
to be me.
Still. It didn't fill the void. I would
go to bed with women whose eyes
were just as empty as I was. I would
wake up with plastic and rubber.
I stopped thrill seeking.
Next, I became an astronaut.
I clearly needed to complement
excitement with the satisfaction
of doing something good for
the world.
I studied the universe. I traced
lines along the constellations.
My research was renowned
by scholars worldwide. With
my help, the world entered
a new paradigm
Still, the void persisted.
I became an architect
and built some of the
most mind-boggling
structures that had
ever been envisioned
I became a doctor
and found the cure
to the diseases of
humanity
I became a poet
and wrote words
that echoed
throughout the ages.
After all I had done
After all I had accomplished
After all the time I had spent
I was still empty.
Then I looked up
Then I opened my eyes
Then I realized
All I had been missing
All this time
Was you.
Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 4:30 PM UTC
I've held babies
scratched itches
popped bubble wrap
and satisfied urges
I've never swam with dolphins
skydived
bungee jumped
nor won the lottery
but I'm sure
The sweetest thing in this world
is to lie side by side with you
and hold your hand.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
In another land, not far from here.
In another land that I hold near,
to my heart; Exists in my mind.
I can see it when I close my eyes.
For when I start to dream:
my mind, truly begins to gleam.
I have skydived with Rock stars.
I have visited the brightest stars.
I have ****** super models.
I have driven my lambo full throttle!
In this land I am really home.
I can experience anything;
while laying on my throne.
When I am dreaming I can rome.
When I am dreaming I am home.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC