Poem: Last Days

The seed is turning.
The tide has risen.
The ocean has started to listen.
No one is talking.
The love is burning the flame.
Showering the water with the open glaze.
Listening to the winds brush it away.
Not knowing that this is our last days.
The last days of a love that made mountains.
The love the broke hills.
The love that no longer has a lover.
This is the end of our days.

Old/New

It is a new year and time to start reflecting on the things that happen the last year. 2021 was a year of change and growth. It was a year where I finally decided to step outside my comfort zone and try something that I never would imagine. There were difficulties, but that is everything with life.

The year started off with me feeling accomplished. I had just finish writing my first movie script and started thinking about being a writer more. I have not really written another script like that since, but I did decide to just write something everyday and post it. I know most time it is not perfect, but I was writing that was the most important part. That is something I am working on is proofreading. I hate to do. I always end up hating what I wrote and start over.

The year also started the last couple with me not being happy at my job. I knew I needed to make a change, I just did not know how or if I could do it. Then one day I made a choice to quit and leave without any backup plans at all. I did not have a job lined up, I just knew that it was time for me to go and spread my wings. I was losing me and just working. I did and now I am sort of not losing me anymore. This is journey, but I am taking it.

This was the first time that I did not have anything plan or something to do since before I graduated high school in 2009. Something about me is that I do not know how to slow down. I have a need to constantly stay working. There is a fear in the back of my head, that if I take a break, I might lose something. I was once broke, and that is something that I refused to go through again.

The summer was just me working almost everyday about 2 hours away from my house, but you know something I was happy to not be the one in control. I had been the boss for so long that I needed a break from just everything. I also moved at the end of the summer, to place that has become special to me. I finally done something nice for me. Doing all this there is something I did not do. I did not write a single thing. I did write poetry, but that comes naturally to me.

The rest of the year went dark. I work every day, and then by the end of the year my last grandparent died. My grandmother died two days before the new year. The year that started off with a bunch of hopes in dreams, ended with losing a loved one. That is why you can never take anything for granted. You must work like it is your last day. I am starting this year off with hope for the future. The past happens for reason. It was a lesson for me to grow, and I did.

Poem: Almost Out

 Where has the time gone.

It used to never end, and we never could find out where it begins.

Wasting away sleeping in the shade, not knowing what the rest of the day would hold.

To listen to the earth rattle and roll, not caring about the storm coming.

Not caring when anything would end.

Just if it begins.

Now it is a different story.

Hunting down the hours to spend a second more with you.

To hear your breath if only for second.

To just seeing you smile, and not knowing if this will be the last time.

Time has almost run out for us.

There is no way for me to rewind the clock.

It is almost time for it to spring forward.

It is almost 1 I wish we could run away before it turns 2.

Poem: Drive

The life I am living has become the one that I do not enjoy.

The work I did a year ago, have all but gone and disappeared.

What happen to the person that wanted the world, but now is just simply lost?

The hope of succeeding is no longer there, and the drive has driven off without any passengers.

Trying to get things done, but in the end only doing nothing.

That is the story of my life, and the only thing that can be written.

How long will it be before the dreams start to fade?

Is time the only matter at hand, or is the fire inside all but burnt out?

There is no time to wait this could all be over soon.

Will you be in the car when it drives off or will wave as it passes you by.

 Pick.