The Vessel
A wounded vessel tossed about in the storms of life
The vessel was once strong unshaken by the wind sure and secure in itself and about life
The once strong vessel is wounded again feeling hurt angry insecure ashamed lonely
Overwhelming blows of feelings hitting the vessel the pain is intense the memories of abuse are
Strong a blow to the heart and emotions
A cry out for assistance I cry out for the captain’s help in facing the crisis I look at the holes in the vessel
I ask for support from friends and groups etc. to help me repair the vessel to make it strong again
The vessel is not the same as it once was but there is hope that one day it can be better than it is now
The vessel is being mended and is getting stronger for the first time it's experiencing sunrises and sunsets that it has never seen before
Maybe it can be made stronger than it ever was and sail towards peaceful shores

My Lips Are Set Straight, Chapped, And Thin.
    Heart
             Is
                 Thumping
                                Wildly
                                         Pushing
                                                      Blo­od
                                                              ­ Through
                                                                ­               My
                                                              ­                      Hot
Clouds Scurried Across The Sky Like Thin Blue Veins
                                                           ­                        As
                                                              ­                 If
                                                              ­             It
                                                              ­    Were
                                                        ­      A
                                                Captive
 ­                                   Animal
                       ­    That
                    Had
            Been
       Set
Free From Accusation The Birds Soared Above Me
    ....
        Such
               An
                    Interesting
                                ­      Concept
                                                   ­ Because
                                                        ­          How
                                                                ­          Does
                                                  ­                                One
The Leaves Fell In Circles Around Me; It's Fall I Know
                                                            ­                          If
                                    ­                                         They
                                                            ­        Truly
                                                             Are
                                                   "Free"
                                            And
          ­                           Not
                            Being
                   Held
       Captive
  By
The Dawn Is Quiet Since Deserted By The Sparrows
     Sky

*Sydney

Simplicity is beautiful
It's easily carved and shaped
Lists are short
Dreams dance on pedestals
Art splattered on vacancies
Turning minds to light bulbs
Ability to recognize details
Grace your body
Your soul
Words rolling off the tip of your tongue
It's quite fascinating I have to say
Your world, you know
A box full of discoveries

If the world ended tomorrow
Would you be sad to see it die
Or would the passing of this broken place
Heal your brokenness inside

If the world didn't end tomorrow
Where would you point the gun
Is the past your enemy
Or is it your mind you're running from

If the world ended in an hour
How would you navigate this maze
Did you create this darkness
Or has it always been this way

If the world doesn't end soon
Would you have the strength to stay alive
Would you find a way to leave
Would you even say goodbye

Circles
Circles
Circles
Circles never ceasing
Walking
Running
Sitting
Standing
Circles are all I'm seeing
Over thinking
Understating
Sarcasm
Stupidity
Circles
Words unsaid
Thoughts unspoken
Laying
Rolling
Driving
Stopping

Circles

What does it mean to be lost?
Are you in a place you've never been;
Trapped and confined?
Lost is not always physical,
But instead a state if mind.
You're still confined
In a place you've never been,
But instead if a physical place,
That place is in your head.

Stop counting the roses that never came
Stop waiting on a perfect tomorrow.

Stop wiping away tears that are only half way out
Stop scratching at skin that doesn't even itch.

Stop listening to strangers with harsh messages
Stop trusting fools with guns.

I have been looking for my poem all day
I think she may have run away
She is lost of that I am sure
The details are a bit of a blur
Her and I went on a Google search
We wanted to do a little research
We disagreed about who wrote A Poison Tree
She thought it was Frost
I thought she was wrong
The search should not have took this long
We went to different poetry sites
I went to famous poets and poems.com
I don't know what went wrong
I recently browsed the computers history
I found some reference to  Expedia
I wonder if she felt the need to get away
If I called Expedia to find out if she booked a cruise
I would not know quite to say the problem is I had not named her yet
In the future I will have to remember to name a poem right away
I never would have guessed her desire to roam
If she desires to visit you ,could you let her know she is missed at home
I got the answer for what we disagreed on A Poison Tree by William Blake
I think in the future I should not argue with a poem
I want my poems to stay at home!