Willow trees And Poems

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Happy birthday to my blog

Happy birthday to each poem

For even at 10 years in the log

Once, Everything was my muse

The river winding through the woods

The goldfish in the tank

The sadness of our childhoods

The boat that had sank

Once, Everything was in use

The winding path no one takes

The gold that cannot stay

The car that lost all the brakes

The hope and joy of May

Now, Everything is more few

The red on your fingertips

The influx in your voice

The sarcasm in your quips

The decision in your choice

Now, Everything is all you

The way you smile when you're happy

The care in your eyes

The distance when you're angry

That's what the stories say

I thought I had something gold

It was a sight to behold

I figured I would add polish

Found it had began to tarnish

I couldn't help but be pulled in

Dear lord

I am not asking for much

Dear lord

I am not asking for wealth

Dear lord

I can't do this anymore

Dear lord

I have no want of treasure

Dear lord

I do not wish for fame

Dear lord

I can't keep on like this

Dear lord

I don't want glory

Dear lord

I won't try at bravery

Dear lord

If I didn't wake up

Would that be so bad

Would I be reborn

And forget all I had

Would I go to hell

cause I sinned a tad

if I didn't wake up

What would that cost

Would I remember the pain

Of all I've lost

Would I remember the what ifs

These thoughts In my head

Dancing around to tunes I heard

While I try to sleep

They spring from my bed

Whispering little secrets or a word

Nothing else makes a peep

Some tell me what I read

And Something about a bird

It's high pitched cheep

Most tell me i should be dead

That it's not so absurd

I pray on days

Just like this

I pray on days

I won't be missed

I pray these days

For something else

I pray these days

I'm not my self

I pray some days

I'll meet some one

I pray some days

I'll be done

I pray one day

Soon I pray

I prey one day

To reap me a way

Part of me died,

Along with my grandmother

Part of me moved away,

Along with my dear mother

Part of me failed,

Along with my old brother

Part of me lost,

Along with my loving father

Part of me

Is all that's left

Part of me

An artist has lost the picture

A musician has lost the rhythm

It is not a sign of lack of talent

I planted a seed a while back And hoped some day it would bloom Grow into something beautiful Something that needs a groom

The seed started to grow My new favorite thing Though I do not know  What fruit it will bring

Though it could be simple And bring no fruit to bear But I hope there is more At least bring a pair

Perhaps it is a vine And will grow to connect trees Branches held together That withstand a summer breeze

We stay away

at length of arms

Fighting the pull

of our hearts

We lie about 

how much we are pulled

Denying the fact 

hearts won’t be fooled

So I sit here 

and I ponder

If I don’t fight

What if I just

Died

Who would drop

Flowers on my coffin

Or handfuls of dirt

What if I just

Didn't wake up

Who would cry

Because they grieved

Or wanted to tell me something

What if I just

Stopped breathing

Who would care

Enough to notice

Or come to the service

What if I just

Didn't make it

Who would lift

My casket

Or peoples spirits

What if I just

Had an accident

Who would speak

At my funeral

Or on my behalf

What if I just

Passed

Who would remember

The good times

Or even the bad

What if I just

Ceased

Who would even

Be upset