Hey so titles...not my forte

I was swimming along

Just like I always do

And you caught me just

Like a boot on a hook

And now I'm drowning.

You've got me gasping for air

You've got me grasping for you

Trying to hold an infeasible object

Slippery as ice and colder still

I'm freezing now below the surface

I'll keep on waiting for the heat to rise.

Whee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My oh my so dramatic I am

Maybe I should go back to my shell

Live sheltered from everyone

Especially myself.

An Attempt at Lighter Poetry

Patriot

A man with a cause

A man for his country

But what is his country

But one giant lie

The ideals once held

Are all but abandoned

This man took a stand

What he didn't know

Was that his country

Was already dead.

Okay, so that failed....stupid presidential debates put me in a bad mood. I hate politicians, they talk so much they make people forget what the question is and that's their goal to never actually answer just stand up there and spew sweet poison into the ear of America. I'm tired of being governed by a failed system why would they spend millions if not billions of dollars to be the president when it only pays $400,000 a year, either they have a serious superiority complex or there's some shit goin' down that we don't know about...what?!?!?!?!?!? If they're such patriots and champions of liberty why don't they use all that cash they're receiving to help the common man? I believe in the idea of America I just don't agree with the current reality. Grr!

More of the Same

Lost

With every word I say

And action I make

I feel you moving away,

Don't go, don't leave me

I'm tired of being alone

Without you I'm lost

Like my life is half empty.

I'm lost and tired

Weary of these feelings

That should be abandoned,

Give me a sign of hope

One shred of reason

And i'll be there,

Waiting for you.

Funny after  3 weeks I can discover feelings like this...it has to be those hormones.

Broken Hearted

Some kind of crazy someone in love

Up on cloud nine no longer aware

So unaware of the ground below

And the hurt soon to come

Your glass house absolutely destroyed

Leaving you on your foundation

No longer whole but totally broken

Amidst the rubble a rebel

Against that which brought you down

Against having to fall and finally

All against that thing called love.

Understanding

To express oneself

in pen, in pencil,

in words, in song

in some way everyone,

everyone works for it,

for that understanding.

who will understand,

understand your expression?

thats all anyone needs

for another just to understand.

Title Suggestions here please...

I can't escape or run away

from all these feelings

I have tried I have failed

The more I suppress them

the stronger they become

I just want to end them all

Feeling my feelings

almost as hard as the end

I'd rather fly than face

face the battle of my heart

to run away once again

and escape, away from myself.

I wish I could title my work.

Always confused and never informed

I wish I had known the whole truth

But I didn't and I dashed head-first

Into an abyss of which I was not aware

All I have now is confusion and pain.

You tried to warn me all the time

I ignored you and all your pleas

and dove right into this bed

This bed of needles and pain

Now I'm worried I've lost it all

Most of all I'm worried that I've lost you.

To any readers of this blog, I just started writing poetry and it's started to invade the very fabric of my being, I can't stop it, the problem is I think it's bad. I need an outlet nonetheless so I have created a blog to let it out. As the usual mantra goes if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it at all, but if you have advice for my writing feel free to help. :)