Poetry Is In the Blood and Soul.

Ever since I was 11 I have kept a journal and writen poetry. Even before that I would write little things here and there. The feeling of a brand new notebook and the smell of ink all over it was what I craved. I know it's a bit weird. Anyways I thought it would be cool to publish some of my short poems for you guys. These were made like some years ago. (I couldn't find my current ones due to remodeling.) :c

 

My Father's Mug

 

My father had a mug.
It wasn't any kind of mug.
It was brown with four dark stripes.
It looked like a barrel and smelled like dirt.
When a mug has a smell like that it is thus you know it is a good mug.
An excellent mug at that.
He only drank water out of it and kept it on his nightstand.
He said drinking out of it reminded him of growing up in Mexico.
Even if there is nothing in it he keeps it there, next to his bed.
I guess having it visible brings some sense of comfort to him.
So when he left I found it only reasonable to leave it there.
But my mom washed it and put it away.
I guess she didn't see the same thing I did.
Now the nightstand looked awkward and unfamiliar.
As if stripped down from what few decoration it had.
It looked naked!
Therefor we have come to the conclusion, that the nightstand is nothing without my fathers mug.

 

 

 

Secrets To Heaven

 

These shoes are too tight. Every step taken is one step on broken glass. The cuts they make and the pain I feel are excrusiating. But I walk in them anyways. This man gave them to me and I gave him everything I had. He said if I wore them long enough they would take me to my heaven on earth. A place I could find quetions to my answers. He didn't mention the shoes would hurt this much. He didn't mention how long it would take. I put my faith in that man. I put my faith in that stranger. I walked and walked. I indulged in the sharpest of pain. But the whole time....I was at peace, at peace with myself, at peace with the world, and at peace with them. Them being my deamons, my shadows, and my past. So then I realized I was in heaven, my heaven on earth. All thanks to a stranger I put my faith in.

I took the shoes off to only discover my feet
where like a porcelain doll.

 

 

Two Pearls

 

These eyes that where not given a chance to see the world on their own sturggle now to even see them through a lense. A lense that protects them too much, these eyes become defensless toward everything. In the dark these eyes feel at home but only get the oppurtunity to see the world in it's dark perspective with only the moon to reasure them that the world is in fact....beautiful.

 

 

6 Gold Fish

 

There once was 6 Gold Fish.
And this is how 5 died.
The 1st was crazy.
The 2nd jumped out of the bowl.
The 3d was too skinny.
The 4th had a red nose.
The 5th forgot how to swim.
And the 6th will probably die of loneliness.
~-Allt this is but a true story of 6 Gold Fish.

 

 

I was probably around 14 when I wrote these. Haha I promise you my writing has evolved greatly. I loved going back to these old ones though, I had almost forgoten them. They are all based on experience or true stories. Especially the fishes one. . . that's what happens when you buy the $0.28 fishes at Walmart! Haha let me know what you all think. :) Goodnight Blueberries. ~