Living versus Responsibilities

What’s happening? I want to leave. Why can’t I just go for it? I want to just leave.   I want to be gone, being responsible for everything… Whether it is my fault or not!   I just want to live already! I want to…

poem#9/12: reports from the lands of brokenness

’tis unfair, but a truth: each time you break, you break somewhere other than you thought you knew how to heal/to deal with from before. in this, there is no experience and practice makes perfect that will help: each time you break differently, at a…

poem#8/12: ‘The thinking man’ cares

behold: the thinking man on his boulder, resting his chin on his hand; he contemplates the pebble at his feet, Concludes: The world is naught but the pebble and the pebble is worthy of care;   he sees the pebble; in all it’s glory and…

In Love with Night

In love with night, oh yes I am through its dark I ran, The stars are out, and I can’t sleep I love the night its dark so deep.   In love with night with all its sounds solace when I’m feeling down, Tears dry…

We need what?

We need food We need shelter We need to feel safe We need to survive   We need money We need jobs   We need education We need careers   We need support We need drive We need passion We need discipline.      …

poem#6/12: i will

hands are lead, words are burnt:toast.   brain’s melted, metre and rhyme lost. But, I can, I will. I do.

Soul Mates of the Sky

Symmetrically round An orange-reddish color Shining across the sky   When you arrive it is extremely beautiful. When you leave it is extremely beautiful   In your absence, You leave us with your soul mate. Just as beautiful, but with a much different look. This…

The Bullying Years

The bullying years they won’t go away Laughter and jeers, that hurt every day. Hard to forget wish I knew why My sadness combined with tears that won’t dry. It wasn’t me, I’ve realized that now Never fit it in; I wanted somehow On Sunday…

Green Eyed Freak!

Staring my way, Just look away.   You green eyed freak. Stay away from me!   I want to be happy. I can’t be jealous like you.   I want to laugh and smile, Not plot revenge.   I want to make sure he’s happy…

Boy on the Bus

There she is again, I saw her last week, Taking the same bus as me, I have my head phones on, Music playing.   Do I say anything? I probably shouldn’t. She’d probably think I am some kind of freak.   But then again, She…