A Writer's Frustrations...

You know what's really frustrating? When you have a great idea for a short story or something, and you think and think about it, but you have to wait to get home so that you have a pen and paper to write it on. So, by the time you get home, you forgot half of what you thought about. And then what you're writing all of the sudden looks like shit, even though it was a marvelous idea!!!! It drives me insane!! I had this great idea the other day to write a short story based off of my poem "The Storm". It would be a short simulation of how a storm grows and brews, and after it's done its worse, it recedes, but still leaves "the clouds". I was thinking about it in the car on my way to my grandparent's house, but I couldn't write it down until I got there being that my notebook and pen were in my bag in the trunk! I get to my grandparents house, I start writing as fast as possible, and I forgot half of my ideas, and now I actually have to sit and try really really hard to come up with something that actually sounds good now! Grrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!

The Storm

I know, I need a better title, but I'll think of one later. This poem isn't my favorite, but I wanted to experiment with this idea and with a different measure pattern. The last three words are supposed to be on a slant so that it looks like the words are falling, but this won't let me do that for whatever reason. So it doesn't look the way it should either, but I still want criticism!!!!! Please!!!!!!!

The calm after the storm
Never comes when needed
Always waits for damage to ensue

The roar of thunder
Pounds through all the chaos
Never leaving a moments peace

Skies darken with anger
Rain pours o'er land and sea
And there's no room left for sunlight

Trees bend to the winds
Waves crash out of control
There is not fighting this nightmare

For it will keep howling
It will beat on you
And won't stop 'till it's satisfied

It does not know mercy
It does not care for pleas
But it knows just how to break you

So we endure the pain
As we tremble and wait
For the calm
after
the
storm

A Last Goodbye

This I started writing a few months ago...it's very personal to me...and I don't think I'll ever quite finish it. But, it's a start, and I'd like some comments/tips. Thanks!

What can I say
Would it make a difference
You wouldn’t hear anyway
Now you’re off in the distance
In places I don’t know
In time you may show
But now it’s all over
I won’t be seeing you anymore

What can I do
In an empty space
I think of you
But I can't seem to find a trace
It's not the same
Yet who's to blame
They say you're with me
But how can it be
When I can't see
You're face

It's all a dream but I'm not sleeping
It's all unreal and yet it's true
In all my rage, I loved you
I just hope you knew