A Day of Being

           Sorry I haven't been around in a while. And I really mean that: I'm sorry. I know bloggers say it a lot and I used to say it a lot. But today I say it differently. I say it because I feel like I owe you guys a post or two a week. 

           Maybe it's a writer thing. 

           Actually I feel like I owe the world an apology. I've been busy with school, work, and trying to become a better musician/writer/clogger, that I've become tunnel visioned. I don't stop and just wonder about things. I don't take time to enjoy the things around me. To spend time with the people around me, to get to know them. 

           And I used to do that. I'd get lost in the wonder of life. Maybe I owe myself an apology. I feel like I am so far behind everybody else that I have to catch up. But when I hurry to do so, I miss so much.

         Does that sound like romanticism or what? I don't know. 

          But I'm going to slow down. I'm going to treasure these days, for I know they will not last. 

        I've been thinking about poetry. But I haven't read any recently. It's weird to think about a thing and not have a chance to actually be involved in it. So I tired writing some. It needs heavy editing but, eh, that's okay. 

The Impact of Being

     Barely a moment in time,

     A rare moment, not much explored

     Vague ambiguous moment, that was our meeting

     We spoke little but wondered much,

     At least I did, but I always do,

     People are fascinating, strange, but fascinating

     If we had risked befriending one another,

     We would've each learned much from the other,

     Even if it was a mere moment, almost chance

     I can't say I won't miss you because I do everyday

     I wonder how you are, what you do, if you're okay

     It's all right if you don't wonder back

     High chances are we won't ever meet again

     If we did, I'd think we should not know each other

     With the things I will live, and wherever it is you will take life

     So I'll say good-bye, though we never would've even if we had the chance

     But the memory hurts to think about, though I don't understand why

     I say that, but I can't and won't forget you, you will always be remembered

     Poetry always makes me melancholy. I don't know why. 

 

 

     I've been thinking about doing another vlog for you guys. It was a lot of fun. I'm just trying to figure out what to do it on. 

     What's going on in your world? Do you like poetry? What poets or poems are your favorites?