Jun 17, 2007 10:46
and I really need an outlet, even if I am the only one who will ever see this journal. I wrote two poems this week, and its intense since I haven't written one for like a year before now:
These Years (6-11-07)
These years have stripped
away my energy
the angle, the words
corralled together into what
some like to call art
the romance died with the
first failed rhyme
the story left unfinished
the essay without conclusion
tumultuous change
whipped about like warm
clothes in the dryer
only to be wrenched out to
repeat the cycle
the world hardens us
but we must not ignore
the written word
calling, crying, begging
to serve a higher purpose
art.
Passion (6-12-07)
Instead of recognizing my gift
I try to live through others' dreams
the ballerina, full of grace
the broadway star, a new audience
to wow each night
I try out new professions in my mind
as if they were rows of shoes at
the store
its not about having a backup
life is not dependability
its not lying to oneself no matter
how often I'd like to
passion
its about finding one's passion
no excuses, no more denial
passion versus reason
that is the quest
let passion become your reason
free yourself to live for
your heart
for passion.