Another one....

love it? hate it?
Criticism?
__________
The time is coming nearer.
I can't sleep.
One thirty in the morning.
And here I am wide awake
Writing a poem.
A poem the very reason
That I need to sleep.
Already, I can feel my stomach churn.
I'm excited for and at the same time
dreading that moment.
That moment when all eyes are on me.
I have to make everyone proud.
No stumbling on words.
I am a poet.
What I say must be eloquent.
How's this for eloquent.
I really don't wanna fricken be here.
ha ha no I can't say that.
That would be funny.
But alas I cannot.
It wouldn't be kosher.
Yes, kosher.
The whole church is watching,
neighbors, friends.
One forty.
Here I am hiding under the covers.
Hiding from that invisible monster called fear.
Fear of public speaking, of making a fool out of myself.
Maybe here it wont find me.
I can here it searching for me.
Rifling through these words,
coming ever closer.
Four twenty, I'm still awake.
Fear found me.
I ran from it.
Outside walking along the river.
With it's twists and bends.
It's flowing water calls to me,
like it called my ancestors.
Along it's banks my peace is short lived.
For my dad comes tearing out after me.
Yelling for me to go to bed.
And so back under the covers
As the sunbeams break over the horizon
Fear finds me,
Grips me in its claws,
And pulls me in to slumber.
Dreams filled to the brim.
Filled with my mistakes.
And as I wake
All I can do is wonder.
What will go wrong this time?

This is another love / hate poem for me.

again shandee you amaze me

hehe Thank you dad.

I'm glad you like it.

your welcome shandee god im pissed

How come? That one guy on gather?

shandee go to the house thread and i will tell you

Okay, just post it on there. I may have to read it later. The computers acting up again...

Wow, the poem is awesome!!!

Thank you Wray. ^_^