The poetry reading went great...

People really liked my stuff and I got some nice compliments. I'll do this more often cause I really enjoyed myself. I think I'll put together a book of my pieces, see how that goes over.
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I've kept myself from dreaming for too long.
A lack of imagination,
of desire,
and of confidence.
All hurdles that I set up,
not quite realizing the height which I'd have to jump to clear them.
The course has been made though,
and now I've just got to get it done with.
Now that I realize what I need to do,
I just need to do it.

A short one liner written 06/16/10

I don't know when this light within me will come on,
but I know the switch has been flipped and the engines are priming.

Written 04/20/10

What could he do to show what was on his mind if he didn't even know himself?
His mind made it's home in the upper bleachers. Wind-swept and wrapped in a blanket, it nursed a thermos of hot cider waiting for the game to turn around. He sat with a fixed gaze upon nothing, not really thinking, not really looking.
His mind seemed to wander easily as of late, scampering from one idea to the next.
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I have been neglecting my writing lately and there is a local poetry reading that I think I am going to attend... it makes me a bit nervous, I've never read my work in front of people, but I usually thrive under pressure, so here's hoping!

Words to a song I don't know.

It started with something familiar but now I'm lost in what could be.
The direction of my thoughts, lost in eternity.
I have always been quick to act, but now my pace is slow.
I cannot act with haste, but give time for this to grow.
My shadow stands out in your light for I cannot let it go
but you shine forth with acceptance still and in time it will not show.
I must keep my passions bridled, keep you sheltered from this storm,
allow this place to stay sacred so it's always safe and warm.
I've never known this before...
where my words lack the means to express
the whole of my thoughts and feelings
and I have no want or need to impress.
For I'm at peace with what's before me.
I wait for what will be.
This is the beginning to an ending,
and the story we will see.

INVICTUS

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
By: William Earnest Henley