Category Archives: Poetry

Stories

It’s raining.
In our despair,
In our fear of death,
Each of us, all of us,
Individual black holes,
We create stories,
As countless as the stars,
Stories not for entertainment,
Stories to survive,
To march forward to the end.
We craft stories of hope, triumph, of
Good conquering evil,
A beautiful romance,
An inspiring dream.
But today, our stories are failing us.
We have nothing.
And we watch as evil
Devours the most innocent,
As the blood of children
Snake down streets,
Rivers and rivers,
Emptying into ourselves.
We turn to our stories for help,
For a reason, for a purpose,
But we mostly use them
To comfort only ourselves
Amid overwhelming darkness,
Forgetting we are the creators.
We could end all the pain
If only we weren’t so lost
In our stories.

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It’s Just Another Bad Day

I was feeling pretty bad this morning, unable to do anything productive and feeling like a loser. I listened to this song (Good Days Will Come by Funk DL) to cheer me up and ended up with a poem in my head. So of course I had to write it down.

Here’s the link to the song: Good Days Will Come

Here’s the poem I wrote.

It’s Just Another Bad Day

They come down hard like summer rain
When the sky is blue and shining.
They’re all claws out into my heart,
Makin’ it hard to feel these rays
From a sun, saying, hey, it’s another day
Get up and do what you’ve got to do.
But man, oh man, it’s so hard to move
In the way my dreams intended.
The map’s up there in my head,
My GPS’s all locked and loaded,
But it suffers from deep malfunction.
And it’s because of their erosion.
With their ropes all over my body,
They pull the strings and nothing gets done.
They pull the strings and nothing gets done.

So I close my eyes and say,
It’s just another bad day.
It’s just another bad day.
It’s just another bad day.

So I close my eyes and say,
It’s just another bad day.
It’s just another bad day.
It’s just another bad day.

I have a beat to keep pressing on.
It’s just another bad day.
My soul hasn’t walked and gone away yet
And I’ve got these lives to save.
I’ve got these hands to build
With no time to be at my grave.
Maybe tomorrow it’ll all be over.
Maybe tomorrow the rain will stop.
And the rainbow will be enough.
And the rainbow will be enough.

So I close my eyes and say,
It’s just another bad day.
It’s just another bad day.
It’s just another bad day.

So I close my eyes and say,
It’s just another bad day.
It’s just another bad day.
It’s just another bad day.

Hope you enjoyed it!

Stay amazing,

Samantha