A Sonnet.... sorta

The time is up, the clock's run out, I'm done.

The game is lost, but that's just fine, I swear

What had seemed vital standing in the sun,

At night is unimportant, I don't care.

So much time and energy invested

In a worthless, pointless scheme to win.

But I move on quite unmolested

And toss my hopes into the bin.

And yet the thought of vict'ry lingers,

Success still drifts just past my reach.

Whenever it comes near my fingers

I find that victory retreats.

I hunt, knowing I won't catch my hind;

to the chase I am resigned.

So it Begins

Well, I'm joining many in creating a blog. This will be comprised of many things, but i mostly intend to use it as a place to hone my writing skills in general. So, this will contain musings on different things every now and then, poems, and possibly a short story or two. If this is something you would like to read, then I welcome you to my page. If not, that's perfectly understandable. I welcome comments, and criticisms (criticism most especially, as long as it's constructive in some way) regarding each, and every one of my posts.

Thank you for stopping by.

That being said, here's a short poem I wrote, one of the first steps in a long journey of writing.

"Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes"

The world will change with each new glance.
This I know is true.
And all the diff'rences advance;
It really makes me blue.

Some friends decide to move away,
I moved away, as well.
I only wish that things could stay
and not become this Hell.

Change, they say, is good for you,
and I suppose they're right.
Once upon a time, we two
were strangers in the night.

And that change brought upon
the thing I know will ever last:
My love and joy in you, my friend,
will never become past.