poetry

Baby

Baby why do you scream?
Please stop yelling at me. 

It seems the minute you stir,
The minute you fuss.
Im crashing through the house like a wreckless bus.

Checking diapers,
And filling bottles.
But yet, you still cry.

You scream and whimper.

I do not know why,
I have run through the checklist,
A-Z but still you sit and scream at me.

But, I would not change a thing,
Hell maybe I will sing.
I will not lie though,
I cannot wait for you to aquire that thing.

When you look up at me and say daddy,
This is what is wrong with me.

 

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poetry

After Work

That late night slump,
That late night dump,
Of all my brain matter,
Oozing out, dripping into pools around my feet.

That late night sound,
Of no one around.
Not even a stir down my street.

The day was long and rotten,
That is past and forgotten.

For that late night slump,
That late night dump.
Of all my brain matter,
Oozing out, dripping into pools around my feet.
With a beer in my hand,
I slump in my seat.
As I dump any sense as sit and watch pop culture TV.

poetry

Mission

I’m on a mission,
A goal I must complete.

I can choose two roads,
Stand up tall,
Or take a seat.

I choose my own path!
Wave a white flag,
Or compete.

Life is crazy,
How it can keep you low beyond belief…

But, when you complete that goal,
Stand up tall,
And compete.
Life can really be one of the sweetest treats.

poetry

The Longest Wait

I sat waiting,
Days on end.
I was nervous I could not pretend.
Paitently walking,
Around the room and down the halls,
Back and forth to get some food.
Stuffing my face.

Full of well priced meals and cheap treats.
I was eating at an unstoppable pace.
Almost like it was a race.

I thought I was patient and walking calmly,
I’m sure I was marching around,
Like a tired, nervous wreck
Who had not slept.

With way too much on my mind.

But I guess many people here stumble around,
With that same glassed over look.
Information goes in one ear and out the other.

Yes, surely this building is full of people,
Experiencing the same feeling if not worse.
No surely worse.

For me a little worry but everything will be alright.

One day turned to two
Two to three
One more day will surely undo me.

Those people,
They came in every hour.
Trying new things,
Always taking the time to explain to me.

Finally on day four,
They said to me,
Come quick, come quick!

Really come and see.

I rush over from the couch in the corner.
The couch that I made into my bed,
My little entertainment center.
To pass the time,
The slow creeping time.
The time that you do not realize how much you have.
Until you are not working, or going to school.
But, just waiting…

Sitting.

Its coming its coming,
Help out ,
Grab a leg and help her push.
Inducing labor can take days!

But,

This is truly the final push.

20 minutes later,
They pull the baby out.
ITS A BOY!
They shout.

Cheers all about.

poetry

Bored

I feel the rage of boredom brewing,
That feeling,
Of being frustrated by lack of something…
Something entertaining my brain.
A book?
A video game?
Something is all I ask.
I’m trying to make this time go,
Because if I don’t, I’m not sure I will last.

poetry

I Should Write

I have not written in quite some time.
I have not been compelled to write a rhyme.
Is it right not to write?
Well surely no I should write even though.
My brain has not come to the show.
You know?

I should write,
Tired, or sick.
Stressed or mad,
Busy or not,
These are simply not an excuse.
But yet I seem to use it daily,
Instead of writing I drink,
Unitil I can smell the whiskey,
Wafting up from my mouth.
Vision blurred,
Words slurred.
Yet again,
When my life feels in the bin,
Maybe that is the perfect time to write.
Or perhaps I’ll ramble on like a drunken loon.
Either way I should write real soon.