Death of a Sigh

This is one of the worst, most random poems I have written, though we all have one of those I guess. This one failed because I tried to rhyme. Which should just never happen again. But I owe you this rhyme. Mostly because I like the nonsense of that last four lines. They have a nice rhythm and sound even if the meaning is less than sensical.

Death of a Sigh
I always try
and yet all I seem
to do is die.
And anything I deem
important ends
up a lie.
Time bends
I don't know why.
I can hardly grasp
what method by
which you clasp
all meanings of a sigh.

Musical Theatre

My favourite actor, Andy Mientus, is leaving the Spring Awakening Tour Cast in mid March. And it is a very sad day. I hope to see him continue on and keep performing because we need more amazing actors and singers like him. Broadway is dying and I hope he helps bring it back.

Musical Theatre
It takes a
special kind of
person to really
appreciate musical theatre.
Most people don't
understand the beauty
created on stage.
I can not
do it alone.
People like you
keep musical theatre
alive.

People Watching

This is a diamonte poem... it actually has a cute little formula. I bet most people made them when they were in elementary school.

People Watching

people watching

interesting, bizarre

stalking, creeping, preying

make up your own history for them

watching, gazing, questioning

creepy, fun

observing

Frustration

There are a lot of student run clubs at my school, and sometimes I find it frustrating to be governed by other students who think they know better but don't. And I don't get angry, just... frustrated.

Frustration
Open up to the ideas of others
then realize you know better.
Through pursed lips nothing passes,
an open mind closes just a little.
You have no power, but you should.
Listen to the voices in your head
and keep quiet, keep calm.
Pent up anger will never expire,
will never disperse
and you are stuck with
Frustration.

Haiku

So, I was searching the internet and found someone's Haiku blog. It made me realize I have never written a fomulated poem. And then I tried to write a haiku and realized how hard it really is. So this is the fail haiku that I came up with.

Haiku
Hardly long enough
Searching for a true meaning
Harder than you think

Who am I?

So, I haven't really been posting much. I was taking a mental break. It seemed like almost permanent writers block. Thankfully, a few months later, I'm *hopefully* over it. This is a little poem I wrote for a friend who has been going through identity issues recently.

Who am I?
Who am I but anyone who I wish
They tell me it is not so
And I can't, so they say, hide under my mask.
But when I come out they attack
And tell me I'm wrong.
To be who I am.
Who am I?
Who they want me to be,
Or who I am?
For they are not one in the same.