On this page, I will explore creative writing through poetry
If Clouds Were Mountains
Errors in my writing & the Insecurity it brings
The Story of a Boy
I Long To See Alaska
I F C L O U D S W E R E M O U N T A I N S
If clouds were like mountains, I’d climb them
Closing my eyes, I can see the view
When the sky was bright or even dim
Up I’d go if I couldn’t fall through
I’d hope that some could be bounced upon
And send me flying into the sky
I’d jump all day until it was dawn
From one to the other I would fly
But just think if you could drop below
Into one that would catch your great fall
And if it was soft (and it’d be so!)
How fun would it be to try them all?
Imagine a life with clouds like this
And consider just what we could do
If you close your eyes and see the mist
You can jump from the fluff of the dew
E R R O R S I N M Y W R I T I N G & T H E I N S E C U R I T Y I T B R I N G S
often times, when I reread my work, I find mistakes
And upon such findings, my creative genes begin to shake
They wobble and they wooble and soon, I'm afraid
My curiosity of what you think becomes too heavy a wait
And if I can’t enjoy just being creatively true
Then what comes to be will only be me trying too please you
So if it’s okay, I’m just gonna mess up a whole, real lot
I’m no professional and what I record was never taught
Therefore, everything you see here is just me having fun
And I hope that that shows when you read the works I've done,
T H E S T O R Y O F A B O Y
In the days of my innocence
I was true to the boy inside
I knew nothing of relevance
Life had color; I was alive
This was me in all my glory
Young and wild and curious
Just a boy playing in the trees
So free and quite oblivious
But not for long! Darkness did come
“Hello,” it said and so did I
And soon that boy had become numb
There was no more life in his eyes
It wasn’t long before I’d ask
If this was the life I wanted…
A friend with the man in the mask
Or with the boy that he’d faulted?
But then came one and he knew me
In him was color, bright and bold
He spoke to the boy through story
Redeeming thoughts, secrets untold
And before long, I knew the truth
His words, like thunder, would break in
We reminisced above the roofs
And my heart was reawakened
I L O N G T O S E E A L A S K A
I long to see Alaska and to walk amongst its beauty
Just to hide away for a while, making forts in the trees
Surely, to roam free like the animals would be the best way
Or even better as a child, if it were possible
I could use some seclusion as I explore its quiet breath
And, likewise, a little danger (for I know that it lives there)
To play in the rivers and to stand on the boulders above
To daydream in lush, grassy meadows, soft to the touch and kind
I’d awake to the smells of the forest - to its piercing calm
At night I’d fall asleep in wonder as passion allures me
There’s no telling what adventures might come in a given day
One can only imagine the mystery of such a place
While I fail to know the reason, there’s wonder inside my heart
It’s been there since as long as I can remember, just waiting
A curiosity that I just may let overtake me
For I long to see Alaska… the Alaska that I see
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