Friday

Why didn't I kiss you?

Whenever I miss you,

I'm in an abyss. True,

I'd never dismiss you.

I'm always remiss. True too,

I love you with my heart

and I do not care how smart

I appear to be. My part

in this relationship is art.

I'm an artist

with a blank canvas.

Not the smartest,

but my advantage

is you, you, and only you.

After all, everything we go through

bonds us more as we continue.

However, every day I accrue

more worries I cannot afford. New

pains are what I feel I must break through.

Sadly, badly, often madly,

we argued and fought and continued gladly

on the road to destruction. Bad, see,

that's all that I feel. Had we

talked about it, well maybe

you and I could have saved us. Baby,

do you realize that we may be

still able to save us. Crybaby

are the only thing that they called me.

When you broke me, it sprawled me

onto the floor and stalled me.

Nowadays, my friends hauled me

onto their backs and crawled me

over to the safety room. Enthralled me

with all of your fake words.

I flew like birds

in gigantic herds

to lands unheard.

My speech is slurred

and my vision blurred

Is it absurd

to think that words

hurt more than cords.

Now full of boards

my brain is bored

and often floored.

Now just only stored,

I've stored in hoards

rewards and awards

that are now ignored

as I move towards

new lands unexplored.

Fridays used to be my days

until my days became byways

and those byways over the highways

became fly ways, as I fly ways

over the sky ways, making my days

once again "sigh" days, where I always

sighed so highly in the hallways.

No more mall days, only hall days

in the hall of fame with my hall of games.

No taming my gaming, insanely not shaming.

I'm claiming my fame. 

Framing my name

in lights just exclaiming

and all day proclaiming

that I will be acclaiming

everything I want to. Naming

nothing after my shaming.

Shaming? No maiming

of me. I am aiming.

Fridays are my days.

Take them away? High ways

are the only way I live. Lie days

are the way my days are.

I just like to live far

away from the norms

among all life's storms.

Fridays are mine

and are my days to shine.

Saturdays through Sundays

through Thursdays are fun days.

All I have to say is "Bye day"

when I don't live like it's Friday.

Author's Note

This is kind of random at parts, and I really just needed to try and get out of my writer's blocks.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the use of the days.
"Saturdays through Sundays
through Thursdays are fun days.
All I have to say is "Bye day"
when I don't live like it's Friday."
I like the movement of words and thoughts. A fun poem to read. Thank you Dante for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Not here]

thanks for reading :) im glad you liked. this is an older one

[Coyote Poetry]

I did. I'm catching up. Only 200 read request and I caught-up. You are welcome.

[Thesecuts]

Wow you are gifted, I held my breath the whole time.

[Not here]

thanks :) your really good too

[Thesecuts]

Not as good as you, you must have had a ton of practice.

[Not here]

umm ive been writing poetry since about...february i think? yeah around there

[Thesecuts]

Oh :) well, keep writing, I hope you know I read 3 of your poems because I really like them.

[Not here]

thank you :) im really glad you enjoy them. if your into scary stories, i have some of those too, but im not sure how good they are

[zwartenkot]

I'm an artist with a black canvas was my favorite line
I really like this poem (:

[Ilerah]

I like the way you word things, its really good.

[Ashadan]

Not the smartest,
but my advantage
is you, you, and only you.

I like this lines and thank you for writing things that could inspire the readers. Hope to read more of your works=)

[Not here]

i got plenty more out there, so when you get the chance read them :)

[Ashadan]

Its my pleasure =)

[Riley Justine]

Writer's block? Where? All I can see is a page-long poem!

[lostnstars]

this is an awesome poem and i fell in love with it. i love the style, how you started it off with a question, "Why didn't I kiss you?" and how you deliver the emotions choosing the just the right words and rhyming. please keep on writing, you're amazing :)

[Not here]

thank you very much :)

[dan]

david, I'm just mystified how you can consider yourself in the midst of writer's block when you are able to write a page-long piece in the hip-hop/rap freestyle form. You've been doing it this way for awhile and you have some serious skills at it, you have a unique style now. I ask myself, "Could I write something like this?" The answer is maybe, but I don't think it would reveal the rhythm and flow that you establish in these writes. Now, it would be different if some of your rhymes sounded stilted or forced, but the natural flow and the quality of the rhyming is real, it's not the mark of someone grasping at straws trying to break out of "the Block." Just take an hour and go to other writers' pages and check their writes; I doubt that you'll find anyone doing exactly what you are doing. Unique? That's a GOOD THING, sir! take care...dan

[Not here]

lol thanks dan :) i dont know it took a lot more thinking than normal, but im more out of my writers block now clearly

[Willard Wells]

The poem feels like your working out or worked out in your head a relationship. I have not read enough of your work to tell much about your focus and direction of your work as a whole. I seem to like to express my pain and happiness through what I write. I expect I have not had writers block per Se since I don't write anything long enough to give pause. Reading work like yours opens my eyes to expanding my work. Thanks for sharing your work.

[Not here]

thanks no problem :) im glad you reviewed

[Dani The Unreviewed]

Well my friend... Looks like writers block is not going to stay any longer. Great poem. Hey, check out my "Collection of poems" book. Maybe you'll find a few ideas... Anyways, this piece i like:)