Random Poetry

I've been composing snatches of poetry every few days. I'll be sitting at home, on the computer, in bed in the evening, listening to the radio, and an idea pops into my head. Sometimes I'll write it down, if I think it's going somewhere. I've had some one-liners leap at me, but I don't usually write them down.

Came up with this one while on Facebook. I think if I get a few more, I'll make a collection of them and put it on here.

This one is called "Falling".

Falling, falling, falling into the dark. It stalks me, it hunts me, it chases me down. Where is the light? Why does it hide? I need a trail, something to follow.

Now, was, later.

At this stage of our lives, we make a decision. We decide who we want to be, what we want to be, what we want to believe, and so on. According to some theories, there are three options for us.

1. We choose another's identity and copy it.

2. We create our own identity.

3. We cannot decide on who we are and end up sliding backwards and end up stuck in a loop until we figure it out.

At the moment, I'm having trouble choosing. I don't know who I want to be. I have ideas, but no solutions. Being confused and not knowing what else to do, I decided to write a poem. I've had the idea to write one for a while, but I hadn't quite figured out what I wanted to say. I think this poem, Who I am, who I was, who I will be is a fair description of how I feel right now.