Well the pit that I fell into
Isn't as bad as it seems
The sun comes in for half the day
The night is cool enough to sleep
The ground isn't too hard
Soil feels good on my feet
Noone is here to bother me either
My only problem is me
I can finally write the things I think of
And monitor the things I eat
I found a couple books as well
I'm just too tired to read
Typically when I'm lonely here
I have a conversation with me
I say the things id say to you
And respond like you're talking to me
It's really not that bad
But sometimes I get in my head
I kinda miss my family
Even the things that made me sad
Because down here I don't feel much
Only loneliness,
That's all
I'll be okay as long as I keep
My eyes focused on the wall
One day I'll climb right out
Tell the world I'm free
But how can I solve this problem
When the only problem is me
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
Jack is just as slender as he is tall
When he walks the girls track him up and down the halls
He's so kind but he's never fallen victim to their eyes
The face he wears is simply a disguise
Cause in his head hes got a funny way of thinking
Nothing understood by you and I
From his curls down to his feet
his tight white shirts and faded jeans
He's just a little off if you asked me
Some days he won't come to school at all
The next day he'll show up with cigar marks on his arms
During lunch he sits alone or in the office down the hall
You hear rumors about him but there's no way of knowing if those things are true at all
Cause in his head hes got a funny way of thinking
Nothing understood by you and I
From his curls down to his feet
his tight white shirts and faded jeans
He's just a little off if you asked me
At the parties he spends his time in closets
Or locked inside a room with other boys
It's never really been much of a problem
When it's over he leaves without a noise
Cause in his head hes got a funny way of thinking
Nothing understood by you and I
From his curls down to his feet
his tight white shirts and faded jeans
He's just a little off if you asked me
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
My side of the valley is green
It is flat and the soil is fertile
My crops flourish
My livestock are healthy and strong
But when I sit in my cabin
at sunset each day
I look across the river
and stare through the mountain pass
and bask at the beauty of those green plains so far away
I often sit and long for it
How I would love that land
The beautiful pastures
And the luscious mountainside
So as months pass my want grows
I bring myself to abandon my land
and lead my life onto another path
I tear down my home and pack my crops
I heard my animals and I head out
I do not look back
Through my travel the crops deplete
And I lose half my livestock
And I myself feel hope growing thin
After a month of traversing the mountains
I arrive at my new home
And I plant my crops, in the soil that's not as rich
I settle my animals, who are not as healthy
as they once were
I sit in my cabin on land that is not as flat
And I look through the pass and across the river
At the beautiful green land
Laying flat on the countryside
I think back to where once lived
And I long for it
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 4:06 PM UTC
When I was 18 I met a dancer
When she walked the spotlight followed her steps
She would twist and turn for the roar of the crowd
Her toes pointed her arms raised
She moves front and back side to side on the stage
She leaped and curtseyed and smiled and laughed
She packed her bags backstage and left
Saying goodbye she smiled once more
This time without a wild roar
I saw her crying on a city street
While I was walking home from the show
Her toes were Crimson
Her knees black and blue
In the silence of the night I helped her off the ground
She told me never sell yourself to the roar of the crowd
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
My Bird cannot fly
My Bird has no song
It sits
And watches the Sparrows
Robins
Oreoles
Bluejays
Hummingbirds
And Doves
Dance and play
From the shadows
Of the magnolia tree
But still my bird waits
My Bird doesn't sleep
During the warm summer nights
Eyes watching the stars
Beneath the soft glow of the moon
As the fireflies join Orion
Suspended and flashing
My Bird watches
And dreams
Alone he may be
Perched in the magnolia tree
Apart from the calls of Sparrows
Robins
Oreoles
Bluejays
Hummingbirds
And Doves
That carry in the wind
Still my Bird sits
Because in a way
He is free
For one day
All will see
His vibrant colors
Hidden within the leaves
Of the magnolia tree
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 4:01 PM UTC
I had a dream
And in my dream I saw petals
Rose petals
That covered the floor of my room
Yet never wilted
No matter how many times they were crushed
And outside they masked the dirtiest of streets
Shades of red and pink and blue
I liked the blue the most
Id never seen them before
I saw where they came from
Roses growing from the highest of buildings
Greenhouses on the roofs of skyscrapers
And young men and women who plucked them
And let them rain to the masses below
The roses grew back quickly
Each time more vivid than the last
Until the streets were covered
Masked in red and pink and blue
After morning the roses stopped growing
And the men and women headed down
Where they stood amongst the petals that coated the ground
While everyone smiled and talked
And the sun shone brighter than the days before
As I walked along the trail of red and pink and blue
In my dream we all just watched
And felt the breeze from the street corners and rooftops
We sat on curbs and power boxes
Leaned out from windows and treehouses
Cars and shops
Bikes and offices
And together we watched the petals fall
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC