Question
One of the things I would like to do in 2009 is to finally put a collection of my poetry in to the world. I was thinking of using the cafepress site to publish it since it’s a relatively easy process. So my question for all of my readers is do you think it would sell?
Seasons
My words won’t come out right
but the pain
doesn’t cut deep tonight.
It seems I’m healing,
and who would have thought
that it would happen today.
At the time when it’s
supposed to hurt more,
why do I smile more?
I’m not forgetting,
because you’re still
in my thoughts.
But it’s moving
farther back in my mind,
and I don’t cry
like I used to.
So my heart
must be mending,
slowly stitching
itself together again.
And I find myself
thinking about it less and less
and starting anew.
I’ve still got a life to live,
and I don’t want
to live it
only remembering you.
I have to make new memories,
and new thoughts.
Meet new people,
and create a new life.
The end started
the beginning.
Christmastime
Trees with red and green lights,
children with excitement
in their eyes.
A kind word,
a small gift.
Christmas cookies
and candy canes.
It doesn’t take much
to make a smile.
It doesn’t have to
be in words,
but everything you do.
Christmas cheer
comes from
everything you say.
Every little thing
matters.
It comes in the form
of smiles, and hellos.
But this season,
everything seems to say
Merry Christmas.
Let It Snow!
So, wordpress has this thing where it can snow on your blog. (that’s what the white stuff is. Don’t worry, you aren’t imagining it, and nothing’s wrong with your computer. xD) So we’re going to try it for a while. If I get tired of it, or it just starts bothering me, I’ll take it off. So don’t be all surprised if the snow suddenly disappears. Because there’s a good chance it will. =)
Peace
Sam
Every Day
I sit alone
early morning comes
you aren’t here
but I still don’t believe
I don’t want to see
you in the ground there
when you should be in my arms here
ragged breaths and spilled tears
beating hearts but yours is quiet
why did this happen
why did you end
all I see of you
is black and white smiles
and pictures in my mind
but I still love you
do you still see me
do you know
when will I see you
will it happen to me too
how much sand is left
running out of time
I sit alone.
