I got a really good response the last time I did a last minute poem, so I decided to give it another go…not promising anything great, but maybe it will be at least decent.

Speechless

I can’t seem to get the words out

Of my fingers and onto the page

They’re stuck inside, confined

To a dungeon I didn’t create.

It’s musty and dirty,

my thoughts become water logged

drowning in an ocean

of sweat and tears.

I reach down deep into the puddles

saving what I can

here, there and everywhere,

but the final stanza seems beyond my grasp.

On one side’s my past

All soggy and fading

On the other side’s my future

Dry but yet unreadable

As I grab the pieces of my present

To try to make it come out right,

I see the future pages

filling in, but just out of my sight.

The pages I pick up slip one,

then two, three and four out of my hand

Into the past pages

Sinking lower and lower.

It’s then I realize it’s pointless to bother

It’s either fading or hasn’t been written

The in between slides quickly

Into the former.

Where do I find my words then

While they’re slipping away?

I guess I must write them as they happen

before they’re taken away.

I know that was kind of rough…but I hope you liked it a little. Let me know what you think! (The words were flowing as easy as I feel they should, so I ended this 15 minutes in…maybe I will feel more inspired at a later date)

Since I got such a good response on my poem from yesterday, I decided to link two of my older poems posts here from back before I had anyone really reading my blog. I would LOVE to hear opinions, please!

One is the only poem I have ever turned into a song and the other I wrote back in 2007 much like I did the poem yesterday…I just sat down and wrote a couple poems back to back based on things going through my head at the time. Just click on the highlighted words to see the 2 poems. Comment here or on them and let me know your 100% honest thoughts and opinions!

Thanks!

It’s been a long time since I have sat down and tried to write a poem, although I used to write them a lot when I was younger. I had the spur of the moment idea to write a poem completely off the top of my head, right now, with no preparation…just for fun and to see what comes of it. Not sure if it’s going to be any good or not, but it was just an idea I had. So here goes nothing!

30 minutes-by Sharon Hughes

I’ve got 30 minutes to write this rhyme,

If I go over then I’m out of time,

Doesn’t seem enough to express my thoughts,

But then again maybe it’s too much time.

It takes one minute to show an expression on your face,

Only takes one minute for it to be erased.

Which emotion will I show to the world today?

If I show the wrong one, will you walk away?

Cause I seem to be too absorbed with the way you see me,

I seem to care too much about the way I’m viewed,

Perception’s different for each person,

I can never be 100% of the same day to day

One person can see my face and think I’m mad

While the other one sees happiness and I may be sad,

It’s hard to convey my feelings just by my outer appearance,

You can’t judge a book by its cover, there’s no adherence

To what rules must I follow? what side should I cling to?

I can’t just always be what you want me to

BE.

What I am is not a feeling, not a positive or negative

reaction or expression, not a facial movement

that I can put on or take off however it suits you,

I can’t fit a mold that makes everyone happy,

I can’t be here and there and everywhere

What you want from me is an impossibility.

Now I’m down to half the time I started with,

Still haven’t begun to tell you fully

How I’m tired of  always trying to fit in

In this world I live in,

It seems to be something I can never get away from.

I want to go back and tell the younger me

That it’s OK to cry,

There’s nothing wrong with being you,

You’re perfect just the way you are,

Don’t waste your time trying to be

Something that you’re not,

The popular crowd’s not worth your time,

You’ll never fit in there cause you’re meant for something more.

You’re MORE than what they can conceive of,

There’s just too dumb to truly see 

The one they see’s not really me,

The girl inside’s everything they’ll never 

BE.

I’ve got 5 minutes left to tell my tale,

Running out of time but I’m still here,

I’ve got to show the world I’ve got what it takes,

I’m not like you, I can’t be fake,

So look at my face and take whatever you choose,

Happy, sad, mad or angry, use me for your muse,

Or however you will, it’s all fine by me,

Cause in the end the only one I need to please is me.

30 minutes I started with,

Now it’s over and done,

But my journey has just begun.

All I know is that what everyone else thinks

Is not what I must focus on

All I want for me is what I’m meant to

BE.