Early morning poetry

So this morning, I woke up at around three am, and have been in too much pain to even think about sleeping since. My solution? Write some random, early morning poetry about god-knows-what. The whole early morning thing would probably explain my whole aversion toward the “shift” key, though… hmmm.
But anyway, without further ado, here you go. Your own personal concoction from the all-too-awake mind of yours truly.

clamoring voices
reaching a crescendo
demanding your attention
with each passing moment

unstable
unable
to stand on your own
to see the beauty

so add your voice to the clamor
to all the others who
feel a hell of a lot like you do
right here, right now

but what does that do?
you get sympathy, yes
but what if that
is what you’re so afraid of?

adrift among the oceans inside
left to fend for yourself at such a
tender age
abandoned to your demons

but forgotten you are not
avoided as though you are;
after all people have to
think about you to ignore you.

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If a picture is worth a thousand words…

… then what about a memory? Would it be worth 10,000? 100,000? 1,000,000?

For some reason, I’ve been listening to a lot of Nickelback lately, which always seems to put me in a pensive mood. So what better place is there to share my thoughts and reflections than here? (For this post to have optimum impact, go on Youtube and find the song “Photograph” or “If Today Was Your Last Day” by Nickelback. You don’t have to watch the music videos or anything; just have them playing in the background if you’d like.)

We all have things we’ve done, things that we will never forget. Whether they’re good or bad, they still exist, and are part of what defines us as a person. No one else has the same experiences, the same perspective, the same insights; that uniqueness is what makes conversations interesting, and relationships fulfilling.
I, like many people out there, sometimes wish I could travel back in time. I want to recapture the past, and take back those moments in time where I could sit back and say, “I’m happy.”
But, like most people, I realize that this will probably never be possible. (Unless parallel universes exist, like the movie we watched in physics hypothesizes…)

My point is this: don’t take those moments for granted. Whether they come when you’re alone, or when you’re in the company of someone you love, take the time to savor the moment, because it may never be the same again.

(This just seemed like it would fit in with the mood of the day, so I randomly wrote it this afternoon and decided to post it a little earlier than I originally planned. Hopefully you’ve enjoyed it.)