Learning from Mistakes

I've always said
I learn from my mistakes
But it's clearly a lie
Not to anyone else of course
I have no reason to hide the truth from others
It is only myself that I lie to
So that I can feel good about myself
Then I might think I'm a good person

I do learn from my mistakes in a way
I learn how to make them bigger

The Silly Little Man

See the silly little man as he exists alone
He can hardly handle being on his own
Spends his time with worthless distraction
Never going out to be a man of action
Imagines a world where everything is great
Tries to forget his world without good fate
Plays as though his simple acoustic guitar
Can erase from his soul every old scar

Darkness

Darkness.
All I can see is darkness.
Something has descended upon me.
I cannot escape from the black veil.
I am trapped in this damned darkness.
And yet there is something beyond.
I see a light.
It is dim, but it is out there.
Closer! It's coming closer!
The light is coming to me!
I begin to make out the form.
It is shaped like love,
It shines like a friend.
And it is coming for me!

The Poet with a Raincloud

What is a poem when I put these words together?
It seems usually another report on the weather.
Most often it talks about the clouds and the rain,
The thunder strikes, the hurricane season come again.

Has the sun then been slowly melting away?
The gloomy weather eating at it day by day -
Surely that could have been the cause.
Destruction at the hands of the almighty clause.

31,536,000

A year later
I haven't forgotten
Twelve months behind me
The memory still stings
More than fifty-two weeks passed
I recall my thoughts
Three hundred sixty-five days gone
Regret still lingers
Eight thousand seven hundred sixty hours clocked
I don't think I've changed
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes lapsed
Unless I've become worse
Thirty-one million five hundred thirty-six seconds progressed
I can't forget

A Lost Friend

Your face keeps reappearing
That used to make me smile
I used to find you endearing
But we're apart for a while
A chasm has fallen between us
As unfortunate as it may be
A good friend separated thus
I have no desire to see
The girl you are now
The friend I hoped for
An old friend lost so how
Shall I then just abhor
A wonderful friend I had
One of the best and most fun
I am really quite sad
To think of our friendship done
And not by my choice
Nor did you so decide
Without the use of her voice
Our bond your friend untied

Gale

I feel the breeze on my back.
It is a comforting feeling.
The wind used to be this way when I was younger,
But recently it had been attacking my face.
The air was fighting against me,
Blowing away my security.
Gusts would come,
Stealing happiness in their power.
Now the tempest has calmed;
My progress is allowed.
I feel the breeze on my back.
It is my comforting friend.