writer’s block

a blank document,

paper with empty lines.

the creative directions i want to take

are just

dead ends.

all i know is frustration,

with pen in hand

and a blank page

staring back at me.

there are times where i know

how to arrange my words just so,

and that time

will come again soon.

i will listen to

the whisper of a pen across a page –

sweet, sweet poetry

written across those

empty lines.

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in this colour palette of life, you are a vibrant, bold hue,

and you tell me i shouldnt be

the muted pastel that i am.

 

if we are music to be played,

you are the pop song featured on the radio,

and i am just the acoustic version.

 

find us on the dance floor, and see that you are

the waltz or the salsa or the tango;

im only the slow dance you dont care to watch.

 

people would describe you as

loud, flashy, vivid – me as

gentle, subdued, enigmatic.

 

but together, we are

chaos and calm,

entropy and equilibrium.

heart

a beautiful song i wrote for two.

a beautiful song i wrote for you.

a beautiful song i sang to the stars.

a beautiful song i sang to a star.

 

a melody i thought was sweet,

was something only she could sing.

the way you looked at her and not me,

was the saddest thing i’d ever see.

 

you promised her your heart;

in doing so, you tore mine apart.

i’ll never be her, as you can see.

i’ll always be plain, boring me.

 

is it at all possible, im sure it’s true,

to have your heart broken by someone

who wouldn’t even date you…

this

youve got yourself written

all over my heart.

but i suppose that’s fine –

after all,

you were just the best of

bad ideas documented.

i tried to chase you down,

for a while at least;

lived thinking

i couldnt be happy without you.

it was a dance

choreographed around you.

at least now i can say

that’s one lesson down.

you were great,

but temporary only.

laughter, a few sparkling nights, and

a seeming brightness

isnt all i need.

im much happier

with this.


p.s. this is a poem about having fun versus being content. there is no connection to any people. to see the part of the video that inspired me, click here.