Poetry

Why not.

I look at this blog as a safe place.

A place where I can try new things.

Without fear.

It's ok to make a mistake.

To fail.

In fact, I've heard it said that if you aren't failing, then you're not trying hard enough.

I look at my life in awe, sometimes, when I realize all things I must be trying really hard at.

Working out. I guess I can tone down the effort on that one.

Writing that screenplay. I finally came up with a script idea that has me excited. It's been weeks since I've done that.

Well, I was excited about it. Now it's kind of boring, and I'm beginning to see that it wasn't that great of an idea. Time for a new one...

So I guess, I should try a little less hard at screenwriting.

What else...

Cleaning my room. I'm trying too hard there.

Doing my laundry.

Doing my taxes.

Returning phone calls.

Man. I didn't realize how exhausted I am.

I'm going to need some me time.

Wow. That was a pretty poem. I'm a poet! Officially now. Right? If you write one poem, then I guess you are. It's weird, because I don't feel like I know that much about it. You know? I mean, I have the spacing down, but my rhyming could use a little work. Oh well. I guess that's what next time if for.

I still feel like I have more to give. I know. Something more traditional:

Oh! Friday night!

You are a cruel mistress!

Caring not who I see you with.

Dressed in cold and windy clothing.

You make me wear my scarf,

when you know how I feel about scarves.

You abandon me, yet I hear your voice

mingled with those of strange men.

But, how can I blame you?

You are not my mistress.

I just wish you were.

In a creepy way.