Justin's Big Day

The sunlight is gone
and the ground is all wet
as the sand is pushed back and forth,
back and forth
by the waves.
I enjoy my friends and friendships,
loved ones
and lost ones,
my quiet time
where I can be alone and just think . . .
The waves are coming closer
and life is catching up to me
(though I'm only almost twenty-three)
and sometimes I feel my life's been wasted
but I know its these times,
my quiet times
and when I'm among friends
that I know why life's worth living.



The last time I saw you was long ago
and now that I'm here I've come to know
that when I needed you
(and when I thought I didn't)
You were there all along
and I was not alone.

Bleak Poetry Sells ... Or So It Seems

Sitting On The Toilet
So here I am
sitting on the toilet again
wondering where my life's been
all this time
not realizing how much I've done
what I've said
or who I've hurt along the way,
Wondering how high atop a pedastool
I've placed my desires
and how far I've walked
to where my dreams
are just a speck in the distance
with absolutely no goal to achieve them
and no will to either.
So here I am
sitting on the toilet again
wondering where my life's gone
oblivious that its been
sitting right under me
all this time.

Bleak Poetry Sells ... Or So It Seems
I read alot of depressing poetry.
I write alot of bleak poetry.
But my outlook on life
is slightly higher
than I put on paper.
Bleak poetry sells ...
or so it seems.
Some may say
a poet's life must be sad
and depressing
to fuel a passion for writing.
so people can have someone to relate to
or maybe they want someone to look down on
so their life seems brighter.
But what good am I
if I don't offer inspiration?
I may write a dark poem here or there
but my outlook on life
is slightly higher
than I put on paper.