My name is John Doe. I have decided to start a journal of poems as an outlet for all my feelings that I have experienced. I know that they are probably not the best that have ever been written but they are a way to let the emotions out. I can not keep so many things bottled up inside me. I suffer from depression. I can be the happiest guy alive for months at a time but once a depression is triggered I feel like life has ended. It is hard for me to even do the little things in life. I have no way to control these emotions. So I thought I would try writing it all down. The little things in life can bring such joy to me. Just now a young lady came and said Hi to me. I did not remember her but she was a girl that I had in class. She remembers me singing the theme song to Bill Nye the Science Guy. And even now in the depths of depression I had to smile. So life does go on. My first poem that I want to write is called "I love you."
As dark dying grass is mere grass.
These words can be used so freely but what is it they mean?
Not a damn thing, Not a god damn thing.
The grass is green, a beautiful field
What stops you now, the words that came so freely from your lips
The grass is more beautiful then it has ever been
Don't look that way, the tornado will not pass
Why do you relate a tornado with love?
You have never felt this way before and still the words not once uttered.
Do you think the tornado will destroy the green field if you say these words?
Why is it so hard to say these words and mean them?
The words not once uttered and the tornado struck anyway.
Your field once so green is now dark and dying.
I have a hard time sometimes dealing with my emotions and expressing how I truly feel. This poetry doesn't fit with any I have heard. And I don't care. Because I am typing and will not stop typing. Who cares about anything at this point. I want to write about a world of ...