Since I did put the word poetry into the title of this whole bloggamajig, I figure I might as well put some of it on here.

It's my sonnet, written on Sunday 25th April, at around 6:30am, since poets don't sleep. Well...I guess they must do, but they're so used to blankly staring off into space all poetically, they just do it then. Me, I just couldn't sleep. Too much food the night before. Not nice.

I'm No Shakespeare, Just A Boy Wearing A Jacobean Ruff.

I’ve seen your eyes and how they scream my name

Your lips that only seem to whisper it

Yet still it be that call that leaves me lame

Far more frightened than I care to admit

I say not that our love is like a rose

For roses may wilt and thorns have drawn blood

With no perfect metaphor I suppose

Indescribable love is always as should

Words never seem enough to explain how

With all my heart and soul I love you so

More than my body will even allow

To leave brings more than a feeling of woe

I know I seem hopeful, for troubles that wait

But I know the joy we’re bound to create.

Just finding a place I can put the song in case I need it.
A memory stick would suffice but you can never be too sure. And I think I lost my memory stick.
Either way I can't be arsed to go look for it.

Sunny Days

Once or twice,
It was nice,
Dancing in the rain,
But getting wet
Made you upset,
Cause it was all the same,
I didn’t like to change…

We were cool,
We were one,
Having oh so much fun,
Stories told in the cold are much better in sun.
But that was all ‘bout to change…

Now we are here,
And, I’m sure you’d like to know,
Where things are bound to go…
Avoiding someone I should hold
Sunny stories have gone cold…
Oh…

Stare at the phone,
All alone,
Waiting for that call,
But when we try,
My throat is dry,
And I say nothing at all…
Nothing at all…

What happened now,
What happened then,
From learning how to count to ten,
To all the way to here right now,
To only hear you tell me how,
You wanted things to change…

Now we are here,
And, I’m sure you’d like to know,
Where things are bound to go…
Avoiding someone I should hold
Sunny stories have gone cold…
Oh so cold…

But now I get the gist,
That, our loves kinda missed,
So I must insist…
That we have a long talk,
We can meet at your place, I will walk…
You know I would walk…

Cause now we are here,
And, I’m sure you’d like to know,
How things are bound to go…
I tell you I am filled with shame,
Things don’t have to be the same,
But she don’t wanna change…
She likes the good old days…

She likes the sunny days…