Poet

In my careers class we have been talking a lot about well careers. I have spent lots of time trying to figure out some careers that I would like and that would suit me. Something clicked in my head the other day. I realized that I love writing poetry and that I could attempt to do it as a job. Poetry is something that is harder to write because you need sounds, actions, words with emotion triggers, and so much more. Also, poetry very rarely gets the writer famous before they die. Most of the poets that people know about are all dead and have had many years for their writing to become famous. I think that being a poet would be a very good job for me because I love writing poetry. I love the way that poetry can be so simple and yet so complex. I realize that I don't post many poems but that doesn't mean I don't write them. I have a lot of work to do if I do want this to be my career. Being a poet is probably the most unrealistic career choice but I think that I would enjoy it and that's what really matters.

Protection

I want to be closer but I push you away
Our trust and feelings are the strongest I have ever known
At your doing my heart skipped a beat
It fluttered, I stuttered
But I have built up a wall
Stronger than cement and steel
To protect me from everything
My fears and tears
My failures and past hurt

Her

All the little things that you do
Every thought you imply
I notice but so does she

Those private conversations

And hidden meanings         

Are ours and hers              

On display we appear to be

She knows about us           

She knows about me          

The MONSTER Under My Bed

This feeling consumes me

I don’t know what it is or what causes it

I only know it NEVER leaves

It controls my every waking thought

My reality?

It has been altered

And I shall NEVER return to the old me

This feeling that I

Dread, Desire, Disgust

Has changed the things that I place around myself

FOREVER

This feeling that had brought me so much uncertainty

Makes me doubt if I can live without

Welcome to what I wanted

Wait, no, what I needed

I used to believe that air was the most important thing

I realize that I was WRONG

This feeling has convinced me that air comes in second

As I examine who I have become

I no longer see daddy’s little girl

Instead, I have become the thing that I was most afraid of

The MONSTER under my bed

Flying

If I could fly

What would I do?

Where would I go?

The only way to find out is to try

So when it all came down to it

I closed my eyes and jumped

I reached out my arms

Hoping just hoping

That I would soar into the night sky

Waiting for my life to end

When my body and the ground gracefully met

The moment never came

So I opened my eyes and saw the world

From the view

Of the birds of the sky

At that moment I longed to see

The world in that way everyday

A doubt jumps into my mind
 I could really fly

Or was just a dream

I went up to the balcony

Praying that it was real

And jumped