No More Regrets

So time slips by with every blink, and most never stop to simply think. What would happen if I were to die tomorrow, no one would know here to feel the sorrow. Would I die without any sense of regret, I think not for little have I done as of yet. I have so very much yet to do in life, and yet I let each day slip on by. Without a care I wake and then go to sleep, one more day gone and then a week. So from here on out I have this simple wish, to live completely and never a day dismiss. I am so guilty of writing without my heart, for I am so much better when with it I do not part. Hear me now that from here and on, I will surprise myself, a new era I will dawn. So be prepared for what is to come. I am Bryan, what will I become?Basically I've just been really disappointed with myself lately. I mean really disappointed. I have been writing pretty much all of my poems that I've posted, except for a select few, without any heart. They may be good, but I know I'm capable of so much more. Could any of those poems ever be published? What would happen if I died next week? I don't want to live life with anymore regrets. If I don't feel it, I won't write it from now on. This poem may be very simple, but it is from the heart, and they will get better. I promise. I want to be the best. A comment that I know is arrogant, but it is the truth. I had a very enlightening night tonight, and it made me think about all of what I just said. So basically this is just a rant from me. Thank you for your time. I appreciate it. Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 27 2001 03:51 PM PST   0 • 12