Decisions, decisions
Like a ticking clock
Decisions, decisions
When ever will it stop?
Pinwheeling, pinwheeling
From my ear to ear
Pinwheeling, pinwheeling
Which one to choose? Oh dear!
If I choose the one, I may lose myself.
If I choose the other, I may lose everyone.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 1:16 AM UTC
Bustle
All the city hustle
Clang
Watch the high rise train
Smile politely
Returns a hat tipped slightly
March along
To the pavement song
See the sights
From the top floor heights
Fun-house reflections
In the Bean, deceptions
Stars at night
Made by buildings' light
Sleep's almost done,
Time for more fun!
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel alone and I want to die
And I want to die, but this poem doesn't rhyme
And if this poem doesn't rhyme then why do I try
'Cause if I try then maybe I won't want to die.
And that's how you make a poem rhyme.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
Life is an ocean,
Leading nowhere but to some vast horizon
No one can touch.
And all the while, we go through peaks and valleys...
But if we're really honest,
We are riding the valleys,
Waiting for that next cycle,
Waiting until the next great fall,
When we reach a valley again.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
I don't know if you know how tired I am
Tired of putting on the face of someone who's
Not crazy
Not terrified
Not overwhelmed
By the waves crashing overhead
My ears are ringing from how deep below the surface I am
My lungs are burning from holding my breath every moment
My tongue has teeth marks in it
My heart beats doggedly against its scars
And all the while, everyone stares at my drowning; tells me to stop struggling and just swim, ******
But they've forgotten that I never finished swim lessons from all the times I broke my arm growing up.
They've forgotten, but me? I remember.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Thomas O'Reilly was not a fool,
Nor was he depressed or teased at school.
In fact, he was nobody, a no one at all,
Which is why he thought it nice to take a large fall...
So they'd know who he was, a real person now,
One who could choose how he left his mark on the town.
He thought death romantic and noble and right,
He thought it each day, morning, noon, and night.
What Thomas O'Reilly didn't know was, however,
When you're dead, you don't know if you were thought clever
Or nice or smart or worthy of greatness;
All you know is your version of your own self-hateness.
The greatness is in you, hiding somewhere,
It has a small voice, because like you, it is scared.
But if you find it's location, it is sure to come out,
Then loving it will make it scream and shout.
So don't be like Thomas, and live for today;
Find out what it is that makes you okay,
Try something, everything, anything new,
There's a greatness in everyone, yes, EVEN YOU!
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Thinking of the canvas clouds,
How they shield my eyes from the sun's sharp dagger;
And turn their backs against the windy stagger.
It's as if I were boat on wind-swept seas,
Tilting with the tide,
Listing from side to side.
And my canvas clouds are there,
Holding me upright so I do not fall,
They love me, without a word at all.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
I have a best friend
He's not like any other
His hair is
Red
White
His nose is
Red
Big
His eyes are
Amber
Fire
Where he once was
Stoic,
Now he's
Silly
Once was
Guarded
Now is
Guarding
Once was
Careful
Now is
Carefree
Once was
Stressed
Now is
Strong
Always patient
Always forgiving
Always trusting
Always kind at heart
My best friend.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
I am a Queen
Cut from paper
Folded however you want me;
The creases show your wavering.
I am a Queen
Colored in gold
Left blank my heart for you;
Which you forgot to draw.
I am a Queen
Who could blow with any breeze;
Glue my feet to wood
So that I can never leave you.
I am a Queen
In a wax palace
Which melts with your touch;
But your flame can destroy me.
I am a Queen
Giving Paper Orders
To Paper People who know of no better;
Who you place before me.
I am a Queen
Sitting on my throne of cardboard,
Reigning over all;
Except you who manipulates me.
I am a Queen
Only two-dimensional,
But just as malleable
As you would like me to be.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Winter is a time for just
God and me. When others complain of the snow, God reminds me that he made the snow just for
me:
Pure.
White.
Innocence.
Rebirth.
The silence of a cold winter day - the silence is for me, one who hates noise.
The blowing wind is God's proclamation that He loves me; I can feel it down to my
Hair billowing, down to my
Bones. It sends
Chills up my spine.
Do You remember when I was 10 years old and I took my
Hat off in the wind just so I could feel you, and I lay in Your
Snow arms for hours, listening to the
Deer rustling through the dead trees?
The clouds turned silver as the sun sank in the hazy sky, but still I couldn't go inside; didn't want to end
Our time.
Even now, when the slush melts to puddles and the air begins to feel warm, I find I can't wait for
Snow again.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC