Blossoms

One of these days you will wake and smell the cherry blossoms/ wafting from your bathroom/ and through the central air vents./ She will be content./ She will be happy./ And you will ask yourself/ why didn’t you see it sooner./ When gas was cheap/ and drugs were bad/ not cool./ Your eyes will fill with tears/ and will zero-in on the dust mites littering your bedroom./

One of these days you will wake up and smell the sweat of regret/ poisoning your bedsheets./ She will be content./ She will be happy./ And you will wonder how the hell you got so lucky./ The bills are late/ and you called in sick today/and yesterday./

One of these days you will not wake up./ Your wife will be beautiful/ and you will be alive./ Dead with guilt./ She will be content./ She will be happy./ Thanking yourself for doing so good/ Asking yourself why the hell you never left./

GreenTeaTuesdays to Now.

Hello to whoever is kind enough to be reading. I am an amateur poet, blogger, and ranter. My previous work can be visited at my first-born blog, GreenTeaTuesdays (https://greenteatuesdays.wordpress.com/). GTT came about my junior year of high school. It was a section of my English class… (shout-out to Mrs. C.! https://bethctech.wordpress.com/ ). Most of my fellow peers dreaded the idea of weekly blogging. I have to admit, I did as well, at first.


I blogged every week religiously. And I’ve continued to post a few times this summer. So if I’ve kept it alive, why am I starting a new blog? Well…I scrolled through my content, roughly 50 posts. I realized something, something I didn’t like. GTT had a common theme (That’s the point right? Just let me explain.) GTT was very sad. In my eyes, at least. I created the blog in a time of sadness. I was coping with something that I wrote about PLENTY. Heartbreak. The teenage kind to be precise. Even after evolving through that cloudy time, it seemed my content was still…sad. As I look back at old poems, I think about where I was when I formulated them, what I was thinking. And I realized, my brain was trained, for lack of a better verb, to only produce a piece with a sad state of mind. I would look at previous poems for inspiration and stir up old emotions. Thus, producing a moody poem that suggested I was feeling down, though I truly was not.


So now here I am, with less than a week left until the beginning of the end, senior year of high school. I will be taking a writing class, taught by the lovely Mrs. mentioned above. As well as English class, obviously. I’ve decided to sprout this new blog as a fresh start. I think I will re-post some of my GTT work, because some of the poems are my personal favorites. I’ve not decided on a content “theme” for Branches of Expression, yet. I do intend to post shortly the meaning behind this new blog’s name, though. I politely ask you keep in mind this blog site itself still needs some fixing-up, like the About Me. I’ll get there. (:


Thank you!