Aaand that's the end of the catching-up. Here are two poems I wrote today. Hope you enjoy :3 And if not...that's okay too :3 Sometimes poetry can be boring...at least in my experience.

So Much;Too Little

So much I want to accomplish—try—explore.

So many ideas—thoughts—unborn creations.

So much time—or so they say.

So little time—is what I feel.

I have obligations—of higher priority.

I have free time—but no motivation.

I have countless ideas—unfinished—unstarted. 

I rarely finish.

I rarely start.

I rarely stay committed.

I want to start now—but am held back.

Last Night

I lay in bed last night—following a stressful day.

Head resting on pillow—I cried myself to sleep.

Yet these were tears of joy—you see.

For reasons I will not say.

Yet it had to do with my dreams—you see.

Those dreams just-glimpses.

Last night I dreamt—though I could not tell you what of.

When I woke up—with fleeting flashes.

I wished I could remember—I wish I would not forget.

Yes, I awoke—should I have stayed?

Could I have remained?

Or could I let those dreams—fantasies—flow here?

Could I be her?

- Lily