Standing on the platform, desperately trying to conform. Longing to fit in.
These thoughts inside my head, they tell me I’m better off dead. What if I just took one step forward, then another… and another. Knowing that the next train would surely smother… me.
I’m a prisoner in my own mind, some may say I’m one of a kind but I don’t think so. I’m just a warrior fighting daily battles just like anybody else, right? Wrong. We may all struggle but I am in my own fight. My own mind. One of a kind.
I and my suitcase are boarding the train now. I managed to fight and resist the urges somehow.
Seated, Feeling defeated. One headphone in my ear listening to some new pop song. I’m people watching as other desperate souls walk along the platform beside me.
......
At last I was a fruitful writer, and my new novel was selling well,
Like the stars of a moonlit evening, putting lovers under a spell.
I had ever loved self expression, the power and beauty of words,
Like the beauty of marshmallow clouds, migrating skies in herds.
It all began back in my childhood, when I never left books alone,
As the magic of loved fairytales, whisks children to another zone!
Now that I was making more money, recently I'd bought a home,
......
Waiting for you to come up for air
I knew you were going in
Waiting for you to come up for air
I knew you'd been down before
Waiting for you to come up for air
I knew you'd be down a while
Waiting for you to come up for air
......
Feel me not, tense me now
Mind, strain me do that please
Jiggly hands, hopping heart, hippity hop brain
Synticallity flawed,
Spew I do,
Spill I will.
with, insides poetically echoing,
Empty,
In minds eye I’ve omniscient future watchers,
picker uppers of my papers.
......
So happy to see blue skies again
Billowing whites floating along like cotton candy
Thick summer breeze blowing out smoke and haze
So happy to breathe easy once again
Sipping on margaritas - eating chips and guac
You looking so cute in faded red and blue
Conversation flowing as smoothly as tequila and lime
Punctuated by smiles and gentle laughter
We shared our stories, then strolled the trail
......
Does her smile warm your dreams like it warms mine
A flicker in the night
At peace with pale moon light
The wishing stars whisper my name
They whisper only lies
I fear the tide
When the sun has ceased its shine
I must not fight, moonlight
Does his frown taunt your dreams like it taunts mine
......
It starts with a spark that lands on some bark,
It burns loud and bright and clear,
But in the depths of it’s cave,
It must snake through a maze,
Before tinder and logs appear
It builds and it burns,
It pills and it purrs,
Clawing at a chance to ignite
......
I only know
how to write
sad things
sad songs
sad brings along
the anger,
the angst from my teens
my spiritual upbringing
......
Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat,
And you count the seconds until I notice?
Do my words come out staggered and awkward-
Far apart and yet too close,
And do I linger far too long for hands held too stiff for an applause? [one that won’t occur]
Do you like me kinder, sweeter and quiet?
Am I preferred to lie in the heat of battle,
......
Who's this man in the mirror,
I have seen him, don't know him.
He is hostile, he doesn't like me,
Never believes a word I say,
I don't either,
Sometimes he cries tenderly,
I don't want to join him.
He will never like me,
It's not worth even trying.