walls closing in
no where to turn
in this dark room

blindfolded
four corners
sealing the cracks

determination
being cautious
closed doors

lost thoughts
cubed inside
frustration

four huge walls
must get out of
this locked box

within the transparent lonlyness
tainted emotions are every where
through a gust of grayish gloom
with each fallen leaf fear flows
lingering in the stale dry air
passing over each wounded branch
that absorbs the shadows of sorrow
leaving behind one bare silhouette
of a tree rooted under the moon
standing alone through all upcoming years
with no way to escape the crumbling tears
from the fallen leaves of Autumn ending
and the night chills of Winter begining

flowing so gracefully across the river
I see a lovely rose with deep red tones
radiant wet gleaming petals caught my eye
should I extend my hand to revive it's beauty?
what was the reasoning of its loneliness?
was this romantic figure sent to me?
yet I refuse to turn away

looking out my bed room window
everything was in black and white
trees and grass vibrated in the wind
further down eyeing the white gate
a bright golden light caught me eye
hovering was one ray of true beauty
a long stemmed red rose stood tall with
such vibrant green and healthy leaves
yet so very far and out of my reach
should I extend my hand to capture its beauty>
what was the reasoning of its loneliness?
yet I refuse to turn away

the mind possess the tempo
of each poem that will grow
the poet hums silently as
the inks of harmony flow

silence within its aging pages
in an attic of hurt and true pain
it sits all alone just an old notebook

silent for too long
trying to make sense of things
hoping to unleash the
unspoken thoughts
pouring words onto paper

Shhhhh !! ....I need silence....
I'm  asking the lines
please allow ink
from my pen to purge
my emotions into its spaces

tick tock strikes the clock
in circles two hands flow
counting seconds to minutes
moving just so very slow
year after year
all in one loop
round like a sphere
minutes to hours
a time full hoop
tick tock...tick tock
circling within the mind
the flow will never stop
searching for answers that
are so very hard to find

caressing the tree tops stale wind blows
like a stalker creeping on their tippi-toes
transparent darkness across the sky it flows
lost in this view where just a bit of sun shows
blaketing day the night through time it goes

something told the wild geese it was time to go
as the soft breath of winter slowly fades away
beneath their wings it whispers "no more snow"

the chill of winter days has now gone
across mountain tops and fields of gold
the song of geese carries a distance tone

high up in the clear crystal blue skies
velvet clouds gives way to the sunshine
in V-shape form North wild geese flies

the geese call with the wind it's blown
check marking their flocks flight location
notifying relatives they're headed home

fish... fish... fish
in the pond today
I'm in need of a wish
please get out my way

rain... rain... rain
from the sky today
please do explain
why treat me this way?

grass... grass... grass
yes I see the wet grass
I'll just tip-toe on pass
CRAP! I fall on my ***

do,,, do... do
what should I do?
YUCK! gooey gooey goo
sticky gum on my shoe

gee... gee... gee
no umbrella with me
its just not my day
CRAP! I for got my key

phone... phone... phone
my battery is low
please don't  die
I need to call home

hair... hair... hair
get out my eye
its just not fair
I dont want to cry

wet... wet... wet
so freaking wet
this day is so my
unluckiest day yet

stuck... stuck... stuck
trapped under this
black cloudy sky
so much bad luck

today... today... today
I wish it would just
leave me alone
hurry up and  go away

I wish... I wish... I wish...

I finally got the chance
To change the tone
It was just right
A brand new one too 

...Days past...
...No calls...
...No text...

I sat in my quiet room
In front of my desk
With no sound  around
A good time to think
A good time to write
Yep all alone
In my own world

Always before I begin
I take in a deep breath
Just to get things flowing

...WOW !!! ...

At that very moment
I heard it
Loud as day
It Echoed
Through the room
With good acoustics
Because of all the
wood floors

flipping out my chair
I flew just sliding
Across the room
I hit the floor hard
I was punched off guard
Choaking on my enhale
Laughing with my exhale

Yep! no scratches
No bumps or bruises
Up off the floor I jumped
Just fine I am

Oh yeah
That's right
I just remembered
What tone it was
I set
My own high pitched voice

"Someone's Texting You"

LOL...LOL... LOL...

This has really happened
Yet it is all so very true
I'm still laughing on the inside
And yes if you were there
You'd be laughing too...

the road in front of you is a simple dirt road
in the the middle of nowhere; one step too far
one step beyond the point of no return.
the directions has lead you astray
one winding dirt road after another
you can’t seem to find your way
you're so rattled by where to turn next
at every corner there's another road to follow
only to end up where you begun
it feel as if there's no way out of this maze
no matter how many turns you take
the right turn is the one you want to make
your destination may be unknown
with so many directions to choose
take a minute to think as you continue
you might come across some obstetricals
things might get a little puzzling
there might even be rocks blocking your path
you might get confuserd but continue to walk on
kick each small pebble and toss them aside
don't let them stop your flow
life can sometimes keep us down
there will always be a dark cloud
we cant seem to get rid of but we have
to stay strong and try to blow it away
there is a piece of sunshine for everyone
you just have to keep on walking

once treasured like a gem strong and free
withered and withdrawn now like a falling tree

I arise to seek the questions as to why
this once sparkling gem is becoming so wry

my heart can endure love; upset it cant take
but overdose it with pain it will soon break

my mind holds thoughts that no one can comprehend
my heart holds feelings that only I can understand

I am my own trapped prisoner struggling to break free
yet the fragile woman I am can break in two so easily

buried deep in both hopes and fears
a locked door hides all my falling tears

anger its biting every bit of my pondering soul
causing me to loose the shape of my whole

Has something like this ever happen to you ?

woke up in the sand
the music stopped playing
the fun was gone
the party was over
grasping the sand
looking into to the ocean
shadows mocking the embarrassment
was too drunk to even notice
being left there all alone
so called friends didn't care to wake you
looking into the sunrise weeping
searching for a pay phone in close reach
realizing someone stole your wallet
walking off the beach with no ride home

the thorns in my throat
are hard to maintain
it needs to be known
that I am in pain
its my turn to speak
on just how I feel
its very hard to say
but I need to heal

undermy stormy eyes
filled with sorrow and pain
standing drenched in tears
falling like silver sheets of metal
like a hawk in the night I'm listening
to the sound of my pounding heart
tasting my own salty tears

pressing my face against my mirror studding
all the possibilities of what was wrong
closed my eyes silently like the shutters
that hung over my bed room windows
then very gently, I took another look
alone in this glass world wanting to scream
but I can't because every wall was easy to break

mind was struggling to escape from this darkness
it felt like a tightened noose around my throat
fighting for air I could feel my body falling
this is madness, insanity, I'm so confused and lost
all I feel is the pain like a fist in my stomach
I just stood there staring at the floor with tears in my eyes
I never thought my heart would break because I guarded is so well

quietly observing the area within sight
surrounded by the stench of the dumpsters
hearing squeaking sounds in the night
its keen eyes swiveled to pinpoint the noise
in the distance it spots its target
climbing over a spilled garbage bag
the ragged mouse was starving yet
working so hard to sniff out anything
edible which could be its next meal
being quick on its feet it realized it
was being watched so it ran so fast
to get away from what it saw as
its enemy the greedy rat

muddy ice
white as
styrofoam
empty heart
soul darkened
with thoughts
chilled deep
to the bone
so hard
very cold
never warm
enough to thaw
this frigid yet
frozen fire alone

failed yet false
exploding smile
belly full of butterflies
heart skipping pulse
in lost of illusive alibis
time measured and deceiving
lies over lapping lies

teeth and fist  
tightly secured
hard as stone
belly knot tied
blocked tears
resisted
it was me
who cried

living through silent droplets
that fall from the eyes
unable to forget the wounds
written by the fallen lies
down the red stained cheeks
with belly knots and ties
the broken hearts hurt soul
tries its best to hold on while
hope is slowly being stolen
by lies over lapping lies

you didn't even cared to know
my sadden soul was dying
twisted in crumbling emotions
drowning me in such sorrow
the dark shadows continue to
stain my heart black with pain
the stench of worry lingers as
the tightening barbwire of stress
clawed through my mind crevices
cutting away my desire to dream leaving behind deep scars that still holds hurt
I haven't lost complete control of my heart now it's covered with fading perfume of sadness

infused with strength
escaping the devious ways
of a dark suductive soul
continually breathing in those
spoken words known to be lies
leaving behind the scars
that's very hard to disguise

he is so cold hearted
stealing her sweetness
making her tears fall hard
like hail in an ice storm
Iike cigar smoke he envelopes
her air stealing her breath  
a bad habit she can't break
she curve around him  
like a beautiful harp
while he plays that song  
that breaks her heart

tarnished  
throat of brass
spirits dancing
wild and free
on puffs of wind
soaring and floating
with each note  
from the depths of
my soul through  
something so beautifully  
my saxophone plays
Its own masterpiece

sometimes things feel unfinished
it's just not over yet
Its something not to remember
yet it still wants to be known
revealing itself in the present
causing confusion and trouble
somehow it found an empty
space in the present time
reflecting itself from the
mirror of the past time
looking for true closure
happening all over again
It's  ..... Déjà vu .....

PASSION is tied and crocheted together
with unraveling PLEASURE twisted in emotions
a sadden soul is dying yet no one cares to know
sorrow is drowning any small faint of GLOW
covered in the shadows of a sandy desert island
the stench of worry LINGERS the air as
hesitation stains the heart black with PAIN
like a FIRE that has not completely lost control
a wall of distrust stands with burning halls
of brick crumbling through the mind crevices
strangled by the tightened barbwire of MEMORIES
poking and cutting through the DESIRE to dream
leaving behind deep scars that still hold HURT
there's no TIME to question the INSTINCT
this heart that was once filled with LOVE
is now covered with a fading perfume of sadness
there's no way to escape this TUNNEL of confusion
this garden of hell has taken over ever inch of
this MISTAKEN yet unsolved JOURNEY

seeping from  my wounded heart my tears are
dripping down the damp pages of my notebook
my pen  it pours the ink deep from my tattered soul
my sadden puffy covered face reveals all the pain
of the stressful, messy and  misty bottled up thoughts
that rolls across every straight line untangling  each
and every confused knot that was held within too long
it is time to force them out though these words I write

they linger tease and deride
tugging and pulling at my heart
the pieces may come apart
sometimes they don't transpire
yet they keep me ......
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my creative thoughts......
They
    Hang on threads
        In my brain
          Nagging  just annoying me
             Knotting and tangling up
                In tight knots causing
                  Normal feelings that got me
                     Going insane.....
                               ......nope not me ....
                                        .... I'm Just....
                           T--H--I--N--K--I--N--G

so powered by imagination
ideas they spin and twirl
around in the creative brain
while feelings drip and swirl
to paint, to draw, to write
with a quenching desire for art
everything is in clear sight

so powered by imagination
the brush on canvas work together
unlocking the doors of creativity
capturing every inspiring thought
displaying in marvelous ways the magic
flowing through every stroke of color
giving the artist a creative soul

experience is in a jar firm and cold
sealed with signs of big hopes
and dreams of lots of better things
gleaming so bright like a piece of gold
the world would lose its true beauty
and imagination will evaporate
without the power of creativity