My head is so cluttered
so full of noise
I can't focus
on your words
Please, say them
again and again
until they are engraved onto
my mind
is so full of static
How do I sleep so peacefully?
The background noise,
it hurts my head.
I can't remember
     the lines said
     the lesson taught
     the words defined.
Am I loosing myself?
Please just be quiet.
Stop making so much noise.
You're breaking my
focus
breath in, then out
How did this poem start again?

I feel separated from the crowd.
Not just by their doing,
but by my own as well.

The crowd, a pessimist
crys out its hypocrisy.
“Save me, help me.”
The sailors call to eachother
on the same sinking ship.

At the same time,
they try to help or hinder
the others in the crowd,
ignoring that they
can help themselves.

Even I’m
guilty of this,
sometimes.

But as of late I feel,
almost as if,
I’m sitting alone on a lifeboat,
watching the crowd
as it scrambles, screaming
for the ship to stop sinking.

I do not hinder anyone,
but reaching the lifeboat alone,
I don’t know how
to help the others,
still on the sinking ship.

I do not feel the tide
or pull,
as others have around me.
But reaching out to talk
means defying the rollers
that tip and tumble into the boat.

I know that I could leave them,
and drop the lifeboat down.
To leave the crowd behind.
But in doing so,
I’d find myself waterlogged
and sink, alone now,
as the sea swallows my mind.

Oh the beauty of nature,
so marvelous I dare not attempt to capture it.
For what being could grasp
the familiar perfection of the greatest artist?

Yet I morn for such a loss,
as the moments pass unwillingly.
It will never be the same,
and I cannot hope to preserve its memory.

Shall I see another beauty,
quite like the one I have witnessed?
One that will bring me the same comfort,
and the same poem-inspiring awe?

Then I realize that I would only loose it too.
So the only solution that remains is to freeze time.
Yet it’s not possible,
as time trudges on through the sun and the rain.

What am I to do
with the view waning from my mind?
Not just the image, but the sound and the touch.
The experience missing its key parts.

Words and paintings and music
could never truly entrap the encounter.
But maybe it's better that way.
Completely and utterly Free

Words, words,
They're not an escape.
The more you give the more they take.
Running around inside of your brain,
They eat at your heart and leave you in pain.
Let it all out, giving form to the formless.
But a message's meaning isn't so harmless
Millions and billions and trillions of words,
Fluttering, swooping, and singing like birds
Words can't describe us, but I see they have power.
More than enough to force You to cower.

You can see the line,
   the one that separates me and them.
But it's alarming how you can't see
   just how close I am to that edge
Almost on the line, on the fence.

But then again, I would never step over it willingly.
I would do almost anything to stop myself from falling.
  So I guess there is nothing for you to fear.
Nothing for me to fear
but my own clumsy two feet.

Your foot goes numb.
Its kinda dumb
how you can feel your foot stop feeling.

Look away, and sit still
in positions that can ****
the blood flow in your body.

Soon you'll find your limb won't move.
Just flop around to improve
the pins and needles in your arms, legs, or feet.

Ha ha, tis time to eat then sleep,
along with limbs that will keep
dozing off with no circulation at all.

Goodnight to my arm
Good day to you all

I am devoted to you,
My love,
        My Morals
                My Relationships
So unwillingly attached, unable to
Let Go
My worries
          My assumptions
                     My memories

Scattered and    Conflicted

Unsure how to
act,
   feel,
      respond.

Committed to beliefs that don’t always follow logic’s footsteps.

Ha. I've done something… not right
Cringe
       Guilt
              Shame
Ponder
       Obsess
Emotions?
wanting,
         empty,
                  Uncaring.

Until I shockingly find that I cared a lot…
more than I would ever dare to share

Sharing is caring, but if you don’t care…

But in the end, I am devoted to you,
mind, body, and soul,
all disregarded and powerless.

To you,
       My Hobbies,
                 My Habits,
My Very Life