Classrooms are what you make of them
Empty faces, cotton filled ears
The spark of something new in the eyes of a few
The glaze of sleep in most.
Anticipating the day they are freed.
Professors who do their best not to reflect the boredom
That they sense thick as tar in the closed up space.
Windows shut, blinds down.
They hope their pupils make something of themselves.
One girl in the corner jotting down notes,
Too slow before they're erased from the board.
She holds on to imagination as much as she can,
It stretches thin as it flees from her.
She hopes she can make it strong again.
The boy in the back always has his head down,
Never fully present,
Never to be whole again.
Loss is a bullet none can dodge.
He hopes the would will heal.
And the ******* her laptop before class begins.
Typing what she sees in the guise of prose
Desperately hoping the creativity she lost,
Can find it's way back to her.
My favorite time of morning,
Is when darkness yields to dawn,
And the light of daybreak signals,
That it's time to carry on.
As gentle as a mother's touch,
It beckons us to wake.
For daylight brings new life,
And wide-eyes bliss and risks to take.
As some of us awaken,
Many more are lulled to sleep,
And we among the living,
Have some promises to keep.
We haven't been here very long,
Still childlike at heart,
And holding onto hope of something more,
And so we wait for morning,
And seek shelter from the night.
As brave as we pretend we are,
We're creatures of the light.
That's why I love the morning.
My muddled mind makes quite a mess
Of thoughts and crumbling words
I think I know what’s going on
But every sentence goes unheard
And after empty conversations
My mind just empties out
And every thought I thought I had
Escapes and I must go without
I wonder what would happen
If I just decide to change
My mind and heart and soul and life
And maybe then I’d rearrange
My thoughts which fly disorganized
And will not let me be
I wonder if I changed all that
What would be left of me?
How ever did it happen,
That I never fell in love,
When eyes like yours could rival oceans blue and skies above?
How ever did I manage,
Not to run into your arms,
When every broken smile you gave was laced with all your charms?
How ever did I wave goodbye,
When our paths began to part,
And I was left alone with just the pounding of my heart?
How ever was I happy,
When you were no longer there,
And I found peace and joy within the stillness of the air?
And when did it occur to me,
That none of it is true,
But every road I travel down just leads me back to you?
The aisle never seemed so long as when I watched her walking toward me.
Her smile never seemed so bright as when her eyes were raining tears of joy.
And as she floated forward as though she were on a cloud,
My own mind could not fathom whether she were an angel or a snowflake.
A pixie or a swan.
When Romeo chose poison,
He chose to die asleep,
And painlessly join Juliet.
Their promise still to keep.
When Juliet chose to follow him,
A dagger in her breast,
Embrace could never feel so sweet,
As Death's gentle arrest.
The Reaper kissed them kindly,
And took them by the hand,
And led them far away from here,
To find a better land.
They left us here to ponder,
Faces white as winter snow,
Why lovers couldn't live to tell,
The tale of long ago.
The world outside is calm and still,
But inside there is chaos.
The wind awakens raging seas,
Where many lives are lost.
And yet the sun is shining bright,
Though no warmth reaches through.
It stretches through the empty eye,
And lights the angry blue.
But eyes do not stay open long.
They close when light is gone,
And even with approach of dawn,
The storm is raging on.