One last old bad poem!

(my dr. suess impersonation)

I am trying hard to be the person I am.
There is more to life than this place where I stand.
and dead end jobs and cars that don't go...
Life should be bigger it can always grow!

Other countries, new people but, never forget old friends.
Good wine, delicious food and happiness in the end.
Swim all the oceans
Jump out of a plane
Live with my heart
Hope people will think I'm insane.

Love intensely. Forgive easily and never hold a grudge.
Listen to others when they speak.
Dance with strangers cheek to cheek.

Make love in the rain, any chance that I get.
Let go of the pain; it doesn't mean I have to forget.

Live for the moment-
do it all for the sake of having done it all...
Just jump in without looking-
sometimes we all need a good fall.

Break a few bones.
Discover new bars,
Fall madly in love!
And hopefully,
acquire a few interesting scars...

Stay up all night-
if the chance arises.
Be open to suggestions,
life can pack some surprises!

Never drink the same beer in the same bar night after night.
LIVE, LIVE, LIVE, LIVE,
with all of your might!!!!!!

Be who you want-
stay true to the soul-
Live for the moment...
and let the Universe fill in all those sad, empty holes.

My sappiest poem ever!!!

The world spins
it always wins.
No reason to fight
just give in to your life.

Every moment- so precious.
Each day- a new chance.

Savor the flavors
indulge in a dance.

Love those who care
forget those who won't.
Live your life on the edge.
Breathe in the "do"s- exhale the "don't"s

Take a minute for you
or an hour
a whole day!
Forget all your troubles-
let time just whittle away!

Embrace something you love
and then let it go
You will always have the memory
and inside you will always know
that things change, time passes...
and suddenly YOU'RE OLD
Forget the hurt and all your pain
Don't let you life make you grow cold.

My bad poetry knows no limits...

I can't help it; I write the sillliest poems, and I cannot stop! This has been a life long affliction; maybe I should find a support group...

This follows up my last post- I wrote this one of my first nights here.

"Gulf Coast Night"

Another Gulf coast, summer night,

The warm wind blows into my soul,

I take my time and I feel alright,

As the world goes on- and out of control.

I don’t know where I’m going-

And I don’t really care.

I’ve got all I’ve ever wanted- right here.

Finally, gave up on life- in the city

Too much gone wrong- too much nitty gritty.

I’ve got two paychecks in the bank

And lots of time to sit and think

I got my dogs at my side

I got my self and my new beach ride

It’s a baby blue cruiser bike and I ride her along the bay

She is so pretty, little kids point at us and we savor the day.

And we don’t know where we’re going-

And we don’t really care.

We’ve got all we ever wanted- right here.

People here, they don’t know what they got

Taken for granted with no second thought

Rush along, busy, busy, busy…

Take some time and love the city.

It’s not too big

And there’s the charm

No traffic jams

No car alarms

Waking you up at four AM

Go to bed and get up again…

More bad poetry (why!)...

"It's ok"

The trash is overflowing again.
It always is.

The pile of dishes in the sink overwhelms me and I pretend that it's not there.
I can't ever seem to get to class,
I really hate one of my jobs,
and I don't have any clean socks...

I am always skipping
work, class, appointments,
but I still never have time for myself.

They won' t let em dye my hair blue,
and there is no time to workout.

I'm getting older; but it happens to us all.
I'm getting fatter; Hey, I'll just buy new pants...
I don't have time to learn new guitar chords,
and I still can't sing on key;
so it seems I will never be a rock star...

I have no time, baby.
No time at all.
But, I'll always make time for you;
You make it worth the trouble to be alive
and you make me laugh.
I never get to sleep.

Sometimes I can't remember what day it is-
but, I love it when you stay awake to watch me fall asleep,
even though I am too tired to stay awake with you.

So, in the end-
it's worth it all.
Let the trash fall on the floor- what do I care?
If there's no clean cups- then I'll just drink a beer!

I am going insane,
growing increasingly scatterbrained...
but at least you are here-

and for a moment-
it's all ok.

Depressed poetry (old School)

"here"

Here I am again, lost in time.
Trying to find a reason and trying to write a rhyme.

Trying to find a reason not to want to die.
Trying to find a way to prevent my inevitable night time cry.

What's left for me in your world?
What's left of you in mine?

There's nothing left-
except delusions,
eluding me with time.