In Between- poem

For some reason whenever I sit down to write in the book I'm trying to finish, I end up writing something else. Maybe a bit of another book idea, or a poem. I'm not sure if it's a good thing, since I need to get that book done. But at least I'm writing.
For some reason though I can't edit the poems that I just write. To close to them I suppose. I have to flip through my journal to a poem I wrote months ago and edit it instead.


In Between


Waiting for
           life to begin
Waiting for
           night to end

Waiting for
          everything

for anything

Waiting for
           the answers
Waiting for
           the truth

Waiting for
          people to
Do what
           they do

To show me
           how they think
           what they want
                where they've been
              what they've done
When they're through

I'll wait to see
If they've noticed
That I'm not going to leave

Waiting for
           courage
Waiting for
           hope

For affirmation
           From You

How long
           Until I know
                 Until I can move
            Until I can do
Until You see me

Doing while
           I wait
Doing what
           must be done

Giving time
           to people
Giving them
           a part of me

Even when
           they do not see

It all means something
It all means nothing

Doing all
           the time
And getting
           nowhere

Because I'm
           still waiting
Waiting
           for You

Mere Goofiness

          Just thought I'd let you know that the writer side of me was interviewed! Exciting, no? No? Well, that's okay. Maybe it didn't make your day. But that's fine, you know. Different things thrill each person. I can understand. But if you do want to read it, Miss Jack interviewed me here. :D

           And I wrote a eulogy. Uh, yeah. That doesn't sound particularly thrilling either. :P

We went everywhere together
Practically
It was more fun with you
My Dad liked you
Recommended you
Despite your quirks
You had something against CDs
But the radio was a must
Though you played it loud and poorly
I had to work to unlock your doors
But after a while
I got the knack of it
And you mad it easier.
Once we went to Arlington
Or we meant to
We found Euless instead
Being lost wasn't so scary with you
You lit the road through the darkness
Always cool in the heat
You made me more independent
I felt small compared to your height
You were always a gentleman
It could've last forever.
But that accident
The world spun and we were so scared
Yet with God's help you kept me safe
You gave your life
I'll always remember you for it
And every second.
To the best first car
A two-door Ford Explorer
To Mortimer

Alone

The person in the corner

the one you never see

feelings without expression

words without a voice


The person in the corner

the one you never see

human with a heart

life with great potential


The person in the corner

the one you never see

the one who left

and you don't know where