I’m supposed to be an English major but I really haven’t done much in terms of writing lately. This blog is destined to be my half assed unloading ground of creative writings but without all the effort of a scholastic setting. I’ve never been much of a poetry enthusiast, I’m still not into it. But I thought what an easy way to fill my blog with something right? Writing poetry is annoying because I never know when to end, but at least its not as awful as analyzing the meaning behind some dry early 19th century British poems. Looking at the poem I wonder if the laziness seeped into there too (haha), went from sixteen syllables in the first stanza to seven in the last.
I tried to remember tomorrow but it hasn’t happened yet
Looked into my past but I cant see it
My mind bothers me with thoughts about the future
Thoughts that turn to a wasted past
But what am I doing now?
Some nights life tries to suffocate
And in daydreams the same thing.
Doubt surrounds me
And fear moves me
I hate to close my eyes
Because my mind offers no respite
I fool myself with fantasy
Until the same thoughts return.