Poetry

A Pause in Thought

I’ve hit a bump in the road
A brick in the wall
A fork in the path,
If you will.
I’ve sacrificed my creative tongue
For an early nights sleep
Maybe I’m finally just too happy.
My words are accustomed to
A cynical tone, sometimes defensive,
Often in pain.
But I’m happy now,
And I can’t seem to channel
The way I used to feel into
Words worth reading
And now I’m stuck.
I will not pen poems of roses and rainbows—
No. that is not who I am. That is not my poetry.
My voice pulls out the harsh reality.
But somewhere between falling in love and moving to a beautiful place,
I have lost my sight, my vision so clear of the pain and suffering so many endure—what I used to feel daily.
So I write.
I write now in hopes of bringing a voice back.
In hopes of channeling my inner monologue to say something profound…
Or worth reading at the very least.

-HRG

Thoughts

Another day, another dollar…oh wait I’m broke

Hey, guys!

I’m writing this from my bed with a mug of wonderful tea beside me. I consider this a huge accomplishment. No, not because I managed to walk across my dorm and not spill hot tea on myself, but because it is 12:13 am, and I’m actually showered and laying in bed RELAXING. This is so rare for me that I can’t remember the last time it happened.

For those of you who don’t know, I’m an editor for my campus newspaper. That means on Wednesday nightsaffectionately referred to as BV Wednesdays by the editorial staffwe spend the night (starting at 7pm) in the newsroom editing, doing layout, formatting pictures, etc. It’s a lot of fun most of the time, but some nights we just run ridiculously late, and I have an 8:30 am class…so I don’t like being there past midnight—especially when I have to go back to my dorm and shower and do stuff.

However, not only did we finish both pages of edits (from the Managing Editor Nate and the Editor-in-Chief Kevin), but I was back in my dorm by 11:30. Finishing both pages of edits means that I won’t have to go down and spend hours in the newsroom tomorrow like I normally do. HALLELUJAH. Another great thing about tomorrow? My 8:30 am and my 2:30 pm classes are cancelled! Now, those are my two favorite classes…but this means I only have one class tomorrow, I don’t have to go down to the newsroom, and life is just good.

So I’m celebrating by relaxing for the first time in God knows how long.

This is nice.

A day in the life.

-HRG

Poetry

Flowers, Chocolate and Material Things

In my mind I am lost

Without you by my side

For one night, cares are tossed

As we go for a ride

 

Start the car, take it slow

Hold my hand, don’t let go

Music plays, smiles beam

Sing along, the stars gleam

 

How I love being here

Spending time, just us two

We’re best friends but I fear

I am falling for you

 

Every year, I’m alone

So let this be my gift:

Spending time as best friends

And a Valentine’s kiss.

 

-hrg