I'm beginning to ponder
Is reality an escape from our dreams
I'm beginning to wonder
If everything is as it seems

What's that riting on your walls?

Just some thoughts that all

Just some thoughts?
Why I'm appalled
These are an amazing collage
A wonderful sensory barrage

Have no worries just write
To the world say ***** you

Fly your finger like a kite
And do what you do

To my fellow poets
In your works be proud
Your souls beautiful show it
And write your words loud

Do not desist
In what you're creating

Nor be remiss
Tons of us are relating

Dear Sudoku
How I hate you
Because you're so addicting

A fresh cut, a new mar
Soon just another scar
One more to add to the collection
Every time I look in the mirror

Yet I still seek my reflection
A fresh cut, a new mar
I can't help but keep collectin

The sort of cuts I make
Could make minds break
And still I seek my rejection

I don't know how much I can take
My mind it's strong
But everywhere
There's another mirror

There's no escape
When the blades
Are my own eyes

Staring with their haunted cast
At a shadow cloaked in lies

These scars are ugly welts
I stare at shamefully
But the cuts need to be made
For I hate what's become of me

There is a reason
I listen to angry music
Yea these primal rhymes
Keep me from losing it

My tide of angst, hate and rage
Welling deep inside
And caused by this day and age

Those angry words do stem
Holding back the flood
As if I'm the one singing them

So I'll crank the volume up
Right through the ceiling
And let these raging sound waves
Pour out my innermost feelings

As I sit and listen to the grass rustle
I begin to think
Now this is a welcome bustle

Birds whistle and chirp
As they search through the dirt
Looking for worms and hay
How I love the start of the day

Pale sunlight creeps
Over starkly contrasting trees
Soon to dry up the dew

A rooster brazenly crows
"Its morning" so everyone knows

I observe a butterfly
Slowly fanning wings dry
Shaking off the night
Then gracefully take flight

The squirrels chitter as if to say
"You should come and play"
Jumping from branch to branch

As I watch and listen
My eyes begin to glisten

Now this is a welcome bustle

Trekking down the road
I'm giving up hope
Failing under this load
At the end of my rope

Heading towards a way out
I just want to shout
As cars whizz by
I just wanna die

Come such a long way
With such a long way left
I am feeling bereft
Stripped of my senses

This long awaited heat
Now a curse as I sweat
Stopping to rest my feet
I begin to fret