Short Poems

Since I had been digging old papers and separating which ones to be recycled, I found another folder that holds my very old poems, attempts I might say, written during my teen years. 

Going Gaga

I sit in the chair

   stare at the phone

   and wait for a call to ring.

Minutes had passed

   gone were the hours

   to realized, I'm waiting for nothing.

Ing...

I always dream of becoming

   and having and acquiring.

To end my day doing nothing

   just sitting and staring.

Who Am I?

I! Who am I?

A person with humble pride.

With an honour and a life

With a soul and a heart.

I can do nothing but shout to the world

I am one of the sons of God!

And then I noticed now that I like using the word nothing which is funny because I truly enjoy the song of Ms. Houston's I Have Nothing.