moss - Hello Poetry

moss Jan 2016

sometimes she collects her tears
and uses them as ink
so when it dries, it disappears
hiding what she thinks
with erased evidence of fears
no one even blinks
yet she is not what she appears
and deeper still she sinks

#feelings #fear #sad #tears #emotion

moss Jan 2016

Agoraphobia

She asked me if I wanted to go
I told the truth, I told her "no"
I'd much prefer to stay right here
And if I could, I'd disappear
Well, she got mad and asked me "why"
She said that I don't even try
I said I couldn't handle crowds
They close me in and scream so loud
She scoffed and said "oh, that's the case"
With disappointment on her face
"It makes it difficult to breathe
When closed in tight, the people seethe
I hear my heartbeat in my hand
My legs , they shake, and I can't stand
I try to hide, but don't succeed
People notice, my faults decreed"
"Well, this is how you learn," she said
Which hit me like a brick of lead
I said, "No, that's not how it is
You think you are, but you're no wiz"
"You should go out; you're a recluse
To socialize is no abuse
Face your fears, and live you're life
You're causing everyone such strife"
Even if I wasn't afraid
I'd still prefer quiet and shade
I guess I'm going anyway
Here comes another stressful day

#fear #afraid #anxiety #people #crowds

moss Jan 2016

Feeling in Color

I feel red like a snow sled
the big bow tie with vibrant thread
sweet apples, backyard shed
pain that's left from words unsaid

I feel gold like treasures old
the pages found in stories told
sunflowers, marigolds
shining heavens to behold

I feel green like a back screen
the meadows shown in nature scenes
flower stems, crunchy beans
velvet drapes fit for a queen

I feel blue like morning dew
the sky in which the blue jay flew
sad goodbyes, long boo-hoos
rain to make the earth anew

I started this before I thought about the fact that NOTHING RHYMES WITH ORANGE.... what is wrong with the English language?

#feelings #emotion #color

Jan 2016

Ignatius Hosiana

I KNOW A PLACE

where lovers cry
where dreams die
where clouds are gone
And hearts are torn

I know a place
where eyes don't sleep
Neither do they blink
phones don't beep
And minds don't think

I know a place
Where roads don't meet
Shuffle don't feet
Flowers don't blossom
And life is for ransom

I know a place
where bitter is sweet
where tweeters don't tweet
where roosters don't crow
where nothing goes pro

I know a place
where it rains it don't shine
whence it rains rains wine
where people don't mind
that they search and don't find

I know a place
where war does thrive
and peace is but in shards
where dead are alive
and in silence speak words

I know a place
where all is wanting
everyone is chanting
even the dogs are panting
for there's no more hunting

I know a place
where lovers go to cry
were dreams go to die
where searchers don't find
where seers are the blind

I know a place

moss Jan 2016

Lonely Lament

I'm sorry I can't start conversations
And that I too quickly finish them
I'm sorry that my prolonged hesitations
Can only be explained in a poem

I'm sorry I don't always smile
And that I avoid your eyes
I'm sorry that I take a while
Before I let down my disguise

I'm sorry that I act depressed
And that I always seem so sad
I'm sorry that I'm always stressed
Which sometimes makes me mad

I'm sorry I'm afraid of judgment
And of what people have to say
I'm sorry my anxiety is abundant
Debilitating me throughout the day

I'm sorry for saying that I'm fine
When I need someone to hold me closely
I figured you'd read between the lines
And see that I'm so lonely

So please don't stop talking to me
Even if you're always the first to say "hello"
Your presence makes me feel so free
And I don't want you to go

Please, don't stop talking... I promise you aren't annoying me.

#sad #lonely #alone

moss Jan 2016

pastel people

they are the decorations for baby showers
and the gardens that are filled with flowers
they are the calm aesthetic of quiet hours
and the bricks that build princess towers

they are the clouds that fill the sunrise
and the warmest, mid-day, sunny skies
they are the bittersweet goodbyes
and the scent of grandma's cherry pies

it seems that they are colored in pastel
but their tender act may be a shell
and you may not be able to tell
because they have you under their spell

People are so fake.

Jan 2016

bones

Before she sleeps.

She opens a window
and hopes for the sky
to fall in from outside
and it's tailwind bring

her the moon and the clouds
lined with silver, a crowd
of the finest of stars
and a spare pair of wings..