I hope one day I can write a poem so moving
That even English teachers contemplate the meaning
I hope that they read each sentence delicately
Analyzing page after page as if somehow it'll change
Somehow it'll explain itself to them and prove
That life isn't as meaningless as I make it seem
I hope day students complain about reading my novels
That one day they'll argue that maybe the curtains are just blue
That I meant nothing behind the curtains other than that
They are blue.
And sometimes things are just blue.
Blue like the crashing ocean, massive and powerful
Blue like the color of sadness
Blue like the color of the everlasting sky
And blue like the color of just curtains.
I hope one day I can look back
And realize that I was more than just a hack
I made myself something
Something made me myself
One day. I hope.
I want to look myself in the mirror
And see more than what I do now.
I want to see someone proud and bold.
Someone who did more than what they were told.
I hope one day you are proud of me.
My accomplishments
My stories
Blue curtains and all.
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Just in one of those moods folks. I'm gonna try and work through a few ideas for new novels because I'm not sure any of the ones I started years ago are going anywhere. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed.
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Paths: A collection of Poems and Short Stories
PoetryThese are poems and some short stories I have written over the years. Some are good, some are from a younger me. I have a deep love for poetry and I hope anybody who reads these poems and stories enjoys them as well.
