Die

This is sort of a sad, dark poem, but everyone has had days like this. I don't know why I titled it 'Die', because the poem is more about renewal than death. Oh well.

Die
Sleep
Thoughtless
Mere fragments
The day is over
Or so I hope
Curl up
Let it pass
Sleep
Try again
Fail
Cry
Keep crying
Feel nothing
Closed from the world
Sleep
Only me
All alone
Sigh
Shooting pain
Brain freeze
Failed success
Sleep

A Girl Without A Life

This poem is odd. Part of it is based on things I feel but others are just random thoughts I've had while thinking about other people.

A Girl Without A Life
What would you say
to a girl without a life?
A girl who is smart,
but can't use it.
A girl who just wants to fit in,
but be different all the same.
A girl with a passion,
but nothing behind it.
A girl who composes graceful music,
but has no one to share them with.
A girl with emotions,
stronger than a storm.
What would you say to her?
What would you say to me?

A Painful Love

This is sort of a sad poem I think, but it is more about the meaning. I feel like this a lot. The poem itself is rather bad, but the situation is so true for most people.

A Painful Love
Why is it, that what I love,
makes me cry.
Not tears of joy,
but pain, sorrow, and woe.
My passion, my love,
will never give me what I want.
Not even joy,
not even contentment.
With love, it means that much more,
and the pain is that much worse.
I could never give up my love,
but the pain will kill me.
Why does everyone expect so much?

For Love

This is a short, simple poem. I wrote it about my friend. I am often amazed at how much he gives up for his girlfriend. I guess I am just trying to put love in real perspective.

For Love
How much, would you give
to love?
How much, would you give to feel
pure awe?
What would, you give to have
true love?
What would, it be like to
kiss her?
How much, is too much
for love?

Deep

I don't think that my writing is that deep, it is rather simple. So in a poem about writing deep, I try to write deep.

Deep
Writing deep is simply being deep;
Understanding what you mean,
And meaning what you say.
But deepness comes from the heart,
Not the mind or soul,
So you can not plan what it means.

Writing deep is more than saying what you mean,
It is using metaphors as intricate as
A dazzling spider’s web,
Using bursting similes
And carefully chosen words,
To give a detailed image of thought.

Writing deep is adding to simplicity;
Making the complex simple,
And the simple complex.
Adding those layers,
Of meaning and thought
And experience.

Writing deep
is simply
Being deep.

Expectations

At school, we had a talk about being yourself and not "wearing a mask". You need to respect yourself and others, blah blah blah. So one of the things was about the only expectations you need to follow is your own. I have a ton of friends whose parents wouldn't listen to that kind of stuff. I just feel bad for all of them who aren't doing things for themselves.

Expectations
What would drive you to suicide
Or craze you to success?
Where is the line between
Too much and not enough?
Why is the line so fine,
And why is it all so important?
What is it about culture
That makes it so hard?
Expectations.

What do you see in me,
What do you expect?
Why do you care so much,
What do you want?
Why is it me,
Not you?
Expectations.

Not enough,
Leads to suicide.
Too much,
Leads to suicide.
Help me find the balance,
And I’ll help you.
Expectations.
So hard
Expectations.

I Can Try

This is me, sort of being angsty. I get easily frustrated because I am such a perfectionist.

I Can Try
I can try
To climb a mountain.
I can try
To rule the world.
I can try
To do my work.
I can try
To be happy with myself.
I can try
To work hard.
I can try
To break my habits.
I can try
To become a leader.
I can try
But I can’t succeed.