Words by the Pound

Last night and today I just hammered out ...words. Seriously. Usually when I get into any sort of writing mood I don't know what to do because I don't know how to describe my feelings. A friend encouraged me to just write. To let those feelings flow through my pencil. I used to write all the time. I loved writing and putting my emotions on paper, but how was I supposed to write about emotions if I didn't know what they were.

I think I figured it out.
Guess I don't really know, but I decided to put it on my blog. Seemed like a great thing to blog about. I'm just gonna share one from yesterday and one from today. Also..if you can think of a fitting title for any of these, let me know. Apparently I'm not as good at thinking up words as I thought haha.

September 22, 2012

Thoughts continuously passing through my mind

A list of insecurities, passions, and mistakes.

What is it, and what am I trying to find?

Wading around at the bottom of this lake?

It’s there. I just don’t know. How do I grasp it?

Maybe something in my life I need to change?

But how can I find this thing abusing?

These many feelings in my life, do they arrange?

Tears line the corners of each thought,

But if the tears fall, I know I’m losing.

Still I wonder, can I be sturdy? Can I be strong?

Or has each risk been worthless all along?
Do I benefit from choices, no matter whence they come?

How important is an answer, when I march to my own drum?

Yet even now, unmade decisions

I am a slave to my own ambitions.
No matter the answer, no matter each pause,

I’ll discover who I am. I’ll make my own laws. 

September 23, 2012
A reflection of my thoughts, an ode to thee

I contemplate choice. I contemplate me.
Bowing my head, forgetting my woes,
I’ll sing this sad song, harmony low.

I want something strong. I just want to Be.

I want to have answers, I just want to see.

Regrets flutter down like petals from a rose.
My thoughts have no words, no lines to this prose

I can feel this joy, is there really no fee?

You are the answer. You help me see. 

So there you have it. Words on a page. Personal, yet genuine.