Writing a Poem (revised)

so i’m wrIting this poeM you see?

and the words areN’t coming sO easy,

they acTuAlly seem to be runninG away frOm me

i run after them, my paper in hand

waving it arOund, hoping that on it they lanD

“stoP running away!” i loudly demand

but they turn and laugh, as they carry On

too tired to continuE, my day’s been long

maybe a lyricist will catch them, turn them inTo a song

End of the Semester

Looking for a new home,

I found my way here

Life’s different now

I make my own decisions

and sometimes

I pay the consequences

but they’re my decisions

and it’s my life

I’m responsible for me.

But as the seasons change

so does my life.

Forced to go back

to where I came from

I’m under their jurisdiction now

their rules

their hours

their decisions;

and as much as I’ll enjoy

having little responsibility

no tests

and no papers

I’ll be awaiting the chance

to come back again

Three Days.

Needing groceries, you travel to the store.

After grabbing bread, milk, cereal,

the basics

you remember you need pork roast

because you offered to make dinner

for your best friend

It’s like the Last Supper,

she’s going away and you’re not sure

when she’ll be back

or if she’ll ever be back

or if you’ll ever see her again.

So you’re making a nice dinner

for the two of you

Have you ever been to a meat market?

You walk up to the counter

grab a number

hang back

and wait to be called.

Sometimes in a hurry,

you begin to tap your foot.

Sometimes you see a good friend

standing in line waiting too

In some weird way,

that’s our friendship.

Crazy nights spent together, that’s the meat

and after you made the announcement

you were leaving

those nights became numbered.

I definitely wasn’t in a hurry

for that number to be called

but it seems as if there isn’t a choice.

Waiting in lines can be a waste of time

but while waiting in that line,

talking to you

our friendship grew

Three days.

My number’s up in three days.