A Ship of Dreams?

A century has passed since the Atlantic invaded the "unsinkable" ship
keeping its secrets and splendor trapped down deep.

We will never forget the invisible ice berg gorging an irreparable scar, splitting the ship in two.

We will never forget the maiden voyage that widened the class gap while the band played on and on.

We will never forget the life boats not nearly full, splitting families apart and costing many lives.

We will never forget.

April 14,1912

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Why I Write
Bored, bored, bored
With nothing to do
So I sit here writing
With my pen and notebook too
Adjectives, nouns, verbs
And maybe a rhyme
All come together
To help pass the time
Will this be a masterpiece?
Probably not
But writing this poem
Sure hit the spot


I Got The Music In Me
Caught in traffic after getting dumped,
This day could not be worse.
I finally make it home,
Ready to let the anger consume me,
To embrace the sadness.
Stumbling through my room,
I find my ipod and bring it to life.
My favorite song echoes through the headphone
For only me to hear.
After verse one, my muscles relax
I tap my feet to the beat of the chorus
And by the second verse,
I'm in full performance mode
Dancing and singing along, forgetting everything
The annoyance, the frustration, the heartache,
Gone.
Finally, the song ends.
But, it plays over and over again in my head
Like a bad commercial plays on T.V.
Except I hum instead of sigh.

A Work In Progress

I'm stuck on you
And can't let go

Palms sweating, cheeks blushing
Leg shaking, pulse racing

My heart was bare,
Bare for you to see

Your name etched in ink
I thought would fade over time

I hardly know you,
This is crazy,

But your laugh and your smile
Won't seem to leave me

I'm stuck on you
And can't let go

Oldies But Goodies

I love writing poems. It serves as a very cathartic release for me. These are poems I wrote a while back, but they are my favorite!!

Hunt For Apple Pie

The craving for apple pie hit hard

So I dashed to the kitchen to see what we had

Oh my was it bad-

No apples, no cinnamon, no crust;

My plan was a bust

I ran to the orchard, what a torture!

The line when from here to Canada.

When it came to my turn I began to yearn

For that warm apple pie.

To my surprise they sold out of pies

My plan was again a bust

I went to the fruit stand

You won't believe what I found-

Damn! They shut that stand down!

My plan was again a bust

I tried a diner called Mel's;

I wanted to yell-

Because they sold their last pie.

My plan was again a bust

More and more time went by

Still no apple pie

There were strawberry, cherry and peach pies

But not one apple pie in town

That pie was becoming a must

I started to lose hope.

I began to mope

As I made my way back home.

My plan was definitely a bust

When I walked through my door

I almost hit the floor,

For there on the table

I saw a pie oozing with apple

I ate and I ate and I ate

All the pie I was able

My plan was not a bust after all!

Take Me Out To The Ballgame

The scent of popcorn and hot dogs fill the air,

You're hit with it as soon as you get there.

Shuffling through the crowd to find your sit,

You feel a cool breeze battling the heat.

Finally, the players rush out to start the game

The announcers introduce them all by name.

The first pitch is thrown with such immense power

Ending up in the catcher's glove at 95 miles per hour.

After dozens of pitches and tons at bat,

Every one donning their rally hats,

The final batter steps up to the plate,

His performance determines the team's fate.

The pitch is thrown with rocket like speed,

The crowd grows silent at an equal speed.

Crack went the bat as it clobbered the ball,

A resounding cheer was let out by all.

Farther and farther the ball flew towards the seats,

Barely missing an old man named Pete.

The game is over, the home team won,

Now it's time for the real fun!

The Clock That Tells You How I Feel

Tick tock tick tock

Chimes the old grandfather clock

Another minute goes by

Another minute your on my mind

I see your blue eyes shine

Brighter than any ocean

I hear your laugh burst out

Sweeter than the sweetest sound

Your cologne as you hug me tight-

Fresher than a new spring day

Your skin brushing against mine-

Softer than a cashmere sweater

Tick tock tick tock

Chimes the old grandfather clock

Another minute goes by

Another minute your on my mind

I want to be the one who holds you when you shed a tear

The one who calms you when you punch a wall

I want to be the one you take around town

The one you need right by your side

Tick tock tick tock

Chimes the old grandfather clock

Another minute goes by

Another minute your on my mind