The Boy With The Blue Umbrella

Aug 2018

emnabee

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

#secret #life #poets

Aug 2018

EBTI

Your sky was blue

Depression shall not get the best of you
Between all of the colors, you chose blue
Tell me what makes you happy if I couldn’t do
All of the books and paper, i wish I could listen to you
You are cutting your wings and I am gluing them on
With me or with out me, you are going to be strong
If my poems and I didn’t stand tall
We’ll fall with you but, surely later we will catch on
We will crush all of your sad feelings,
We will crush them all
Only sunshine baby, even if your sky was blue
And I am here for you!

The Boy With The Blue Umbrella Aug 2018

Perspective

Why did love doom us?
Emotions a raging torrent
Fear, anger, hate, jealousy
Washing away the truth

Love fails no one
The absence of love brings the flood
Awash with sadness, darkened thoughts
Love was the light not the abyss
The light will return to guide your journey through the rapids
To open ocean, calm seas
Love never doomed us
Only our outlook

I hear to often that love is "evil" or "mean". I believe love is the greatest only our perception of love after it has been severed and stirred all the emotions we avoid do we think it is cruel.

#love #perception

The Boy With The Blue Umbrella Aug 2018

I Read

One, two, three... books
Stacked next to were I rest
This one, that one, there all the best
Reach for a cup of tea
Adventure awaits on the next page
A story of love, death and mystery
A change of mind, A change of genre
Knowledge, skills and ideas
A new book, new life.

Reading is one of my favourite past times, I hoped to capture fiction and non fiction, the escape a book offers or the information it can give you.

The Boy With The Blue Umbrella Aug 2018

Country Kitchen

Sun light streams through the picturesque windows
   Cut to streaks through white cloth curtains
Birds chirp, cows graze, horses nay
   Fresh cut grass surfs the wind
Flowers bloom and fill the senses
   Breakfast feast a organised chaos
Coffee, tea and toast
   Stained jeans, warm shirts, big boots
Goodmorning
   Country kitchen.

Trying to capture a morning in my house the way I remember it when I was growing up.

The Boy With The Blue Umbrella Aug 2018

The high cycle

Heavy are my thoughts
Hope to slow them down
Try this try that, never does it work
Now to try what I should not
Floating, flying through the clouds
Could this be the answer to my hopes and dreams
Crash, down comes the high
Thunderstorms in my mind, thoughts of pain
Give me more, end it all.

I wanted to portray the way drugs have felt in the past. using them to fix issues only to find new and worse issues.