I just wander through my mind and pick up what's lying around on any given day. I'm not a trained poet but I enjoy writing nonetheless. It seems like a good way to drain the demons in my head in a constructive manner.
The gym was empty and hollow sounding and had been empty for countless months, put out of commission by the fire that had ravaged the upper floor of the school. Straining sunlight tried to penetrate the row of grimy windows that lined the top of the south facing wall but the light was diffuse and weak by the time it hit the court. The thinly shadowed image of tall trees danced on the faded floor bringing movement to the stillness of the room. Basketball hoops were still strung with tired looking yellow rope but were wound up tight against the walls on their brackets, far out of reach of even...
Features like wax that I can mold in my hands Confidence beneath my fingertips Time always melts it back to itself And fear always takes its rightful place Contempt and pointing fingers If I show weakness Pariah among the confident I mold and remold or just walk away Cause when Iím out and about And dealing with you Trying to live a normal life I canít let my true face out My features like wax that I must mold every day Or hide inside And pace the day away And hope you havenít seen my melting pride Itís a hell of a way to live...
A cold day and a cold thought In such a happy time Or perhaps a happenstance time for many Or most I feel no joy in the day gone by Or the ones to follow But I remain here and wonder If I am unable to feel the happiness of others When I am one of the others Am I just cold and distant? Or is the distance between us what makes me cold?
It seems a cold morning for a June day I think back to a June a long time ago But for the life of me can't remember the weather Even though I recall the words Written down but never spoken On a Birthday card to hurt that much more And tucked neatly in a white envelope You would think I would remember the weather too But it's cold today So I just get a sweater and the thoughts From so long ago Go away
It's circular thinking There is no A to B The same old questions go round and round Then circle on back to me To the beginning To the very start Circling past the same old landmarks Circular thinking Can't follow the logical line From start to end Or A to B I can't finish things In a land of circular thought Round and round and round I've been here more than once before Just keep that circular thinking And circle back for more Circular thinking
I'm just a beginner Never done this before I fear the mistakes I'm bound to make And the shame I will feel I hope for help but I'm mostly alone here Left to my own devices to find my own way And carve out my own space in this place Just another to sink or swim I wonder which it will be