Livin' Off the Wall

So I just got to wondering, if I never enjoyed writing while I was in school, how did I all of a sudden begin to write so frequently? And how did I find material to write about?

I have all the imagination a brain could contain,
So I write for fun,
But is the purpose is the same?
And since I'm not the best writer,
I wonder if the "writers" shake their heads at me,
But I perform regardless of my ability...

the previous poems were pieces completed for one of my grad classes.

My thoughts echo
Just like words do in this bathroom.
I've seated myself on the floor
Beside the bathtub;
One that looks exactly like
The one you drowned in years ago
When no one was home
To help.

And you should know,
I didn't want this tub in my house.
When we fell in love with this place,
I regretfully closed my eyes
As my fiancée exclaimed,
"It's so romantic!”

We all miss you
And everything you were supposed to be.
We all miss you
Everywhere you were supposed to be.
My graduations,
My first day of work,
And tomorrow,
We will miss you at my wedding.

The Catch

It was still dark that morning
I was cold and underdressed
But he promised me the hot cocoa would remedy it

He was a tall man
Of intimidating stature
But he would resort to hugs before he’d resort to hits

He loved me the way he forgot to love his sons
Throughout their childhoods drinking was more important than loving
And the only time he made contact with his sons
He aimed to injure them

Back on the rocks
We fished for hours
Tangled my line more often than not
But what I did not bring home in a bucket
I brought home in my heart

Today my fishing pole hangs poorly in the garage
Collecting dust and deteriorating
What I didn’t know then was that
Fishing to my grandfather was never as important as his grandson
I was his hopeful catch
All along

I sometimes confuse what I feel is my kingdom with what is probably
just an island.

I do not like being alone. So I often convince myself that when I am,
it's a common emotion for royalty to feel disconnected.

I am king where I walk. But there is very few times I can share that
wealth.

Candido L. Crespo
"I must die as a blind man in order to become a visionary."

I think I might have a Kingdom and an Island confused. Damn.

Candido L. Crespo
"I must die as a blind man in order to become a visionary."