The thing about my mentality is
It isn't very real
Someday, I just hope I look
Just as cool as I feel.

You write of sadness all the time
No human feels this wretched!
Perhaps you wish you were pitied still
So pity is your method.

You write to share your feelings
So others will see them too
I write because I poem
And rhythm and rhyme, too.

˙uʍop ǝp!sdn s!
ǝslǝ ʎpoqoN
ʍou pǝpuǝdsns
ɯ,I 'ƃu!ƃuɐH

uʍoɹɟ pǝʇs!ʍʇ ɐ oʇ
uɹnʇ ǝl!ɯS
uʍop ƃu!llɐɟ
uo ʇǝs sɐʍ I

punoɹɐ oƃ puɐ
oƃ ʇ! ʇǝl o┴
uʍop uɐǝl oʇ
p!ɐɹɟɐ sɐʍ I


Upside Down


I was afraid
to lean down
To let it go
and go around

I was set on
falling down
Smile turn
to a twisted frown

Hanging, I'm
suspended now
Nobody else
is upside down.

Cold on the inside,
Cold on the out;
How many blue fingers
Can you count?

Tired of waiting
Tired of looking
I'm movin' on
I'm gettin' gone

Sick of distressing
Sick of distrusting
I'm giving in
I'm gonna win

Fed up with mourning
Fed up with not learning
I'm making mistakes
I'm making escapes

Done with running
Done with coming
I'm opening up
I'm growing up

Here I stand and here I'll stay
Now it's time to see Your glory
You've got the pen, Lord
It's time to write my story.

I take a breath
But still it stays
The sense that I
Have numbered days

I close my eyes
But it won't go
The feeling that
I'll never know

I clench my teeth
But there it goes
The fear that I
Wrongly chose

I look ahead
But, shoulders squared,
My eyes still can't see
Vision impaired.

When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say

What can I say
That has not been said?
What words do I have
But those in my head?

How could I phrase
When words can’t be found?
How could I know
Miscomprehension profound?

What do I wait for?
Where do I go?
Who do I search for?
How should I know?

So do what you do,
Just say what you mean;
There’re words you owe me
Somewhere I’ve never seen.

So the sky is the limit--
I don’t care;
I’ll build me a rocket
To get up there.

Don’t tell me the odds,
I know there’s no air;
I’ll find my own oxygen,
I’ll take every dare.

Don’t get onto me,
Come on, be fair;
But if you need a lift,
I’ll take you there.