#introspective poems on Hello Poetry

Aniseed Jul 2015

Words of deep love and longing
Are lost on me, today.
I've no whimsy to feed my prose,
No form of coherency in my head.

I'll write for the sake of writing.

Rustling trees swelled with song birds
Are mere echoes of a life outside
To me.
I feel like I'm suspended in zero gravity -
My face tingles,
My head is sluggish
Like a hangover without the nausea.

We've got potholes in our hearts
And the construction's lasted for months
So we just fill them all with sand and
Call it a day.
Integrated into a system
That's forgotten the welfare
Of the human soul.

There's a trickle of sunlight
And it's getting warmer.
Summer's blossoming and
I can't stand it.
The beautiful solace of winter
Melts away with my silence,
While summer months boil blood
And chaos chokes the air.

These words I write are read
Aloud in tremulous whispers -
The only proof that they're real.
Recited every night
When I lay my head down
And wonder about the difference
Between what is evil
And what is just a misled notion
Of Righteousness.

And everything else in between.

Sometimes I just wake up so ungodly early.

#life #heart #summer #winter #thoughts #soul #morning #fuzzy #introspective #incoherent

Aniseed Jun 2015

Old Journal Writings V

This Colorado song
Means nothing without
You here.
I'd give back
Every mountain
Just to hold you near.

I may be silly
And my head may be
In the clouds,
But I feel I'm
Lost in a crowd
Without you around.

This Colorado sky
Seems pointless
Without your song,
And smiling at
Every sunrise
Suddenly feels so wrong.

But I'm sure I'll forget you;
You'll be a memory
From long ago.
Like the time I spent
On a train
Breezing through Colorado.

The Colorado song

I was sweet on someone, once. He once told me to write a song about Colorado. I wrote this, instead.

#leave #travel #lettinggo #sunrise #train #disappoint #introspective #colorado

Aniseed Jun 2015

Bed of Ground Ivy

Let me dream
In a bed of ground ivy
And not be afraid of
The bugs scurrying
Through the earth.

Let me speak
In effervescence
So that I may believe
In the truths I tell
Myself.

And let these truths
Be sweet and firm
In their nature
Rather than weigh
Me down and wrap
Me in barbed wire.

Let my spirit be free
Of past transgressions.
Uproot my feet
So I may follow
The wind.

Let me find my strength again.

#peace #hope #strength #thought #uplifting #introspective

Aniseed Jun 2015

Old Journal Writings III

Somedays, I'm not
Sure why I come.
Strings of my feeble
Heart coming undone.
Frayed ends throbbing
Like the nicotine craving
In my head.

The sober call of
Loneliness from my
Drunken soul.
I speak to this here
Ukulele to feel a
Bit more whole.

But in the end, it's
Just an object that
Can't think or speak
Or feel,
And I wonder if
Anything I believe
In is real.

Some days, I'm not sure
Why I stay.
Something tells me I can't
Express myself, anyway.

Not in the way I
Want you to understand,
Anyway.

Sitting in these crowded places,
I'm a face in a sea of faces.

A face in a sea of faces.

Not my senior journal, but one after. Technically, this was supposed to be a song. Supposed to be.

#lonely #music #loneliness #crowd #introspective

Beneath my willow weeping Jun 2015

Hillside (10w)

I am the fool on the hill
*Watching the moonrise

#life #lonely #loss #tired #introspective

Aniseed Jun 2015

Old Journal Writing II

I lie with eyes
Stinging with a lack of
Sleep, open with a
Burning gaze boring a hole
In my ceiling.

I had woken from a dream
Of a man with the skin tone
Of my morning coffee, and
A stare that stripped
My body from my
Quivering soul.

-------------------

Moments of slipping
Out of class to take
A peek at the dense
Fog rolling in.
Hovering above
The skin of our
Heads like a smoky
Halo of water
Particles.

The thick, grey air
Has probably never
Seen such a
Beautifully dead
City.

-------------------

With rooms shrounded in
Undertones of dull grey, what
Can I do but conceal my
Own color so that the walls
Don't steal it away?

I wish that this
Tension underneath
My skin could just
Seep out of my
Pores and alleviate
My soul from its
Unbearable pressure.
Let it trickle
Down and evaporate
Into the warm,
Sunny air.

Another installment of poetry/prose from my senior journal.

#dream #coffee #smoke #fog #introspective

Cecil Miller Jun 2015

Golden Boy

You're not a Golden Boy,
And you never were meant to be.
You are a force of desperation,
Seeking salvation.
You live to be free.
That is the reason why
You may forever be bound
To the saviors of the Underground.

You were a bit of a child.
The world was having its way with you.
You tried to make a declaration,
A revelation,
Some celebration.
You tried some chemical shock.
As a dried leaf floats downstream,
It is steryl as an early angel.

You're just a Rolling Roy,
The drifting dust on a beam of sunlight.
You suffer from separation,
By invitation,
And so many things to see.
It is no wonder why
Your golden boy will not be found,
Except by those of the Underground.

This is not a sad poem. It is about how one finds himself, among who seem to be the unlikeliest of people.
It can happen that way sometimes. It means other things, too, but I think I will bask in the accomplishment of what is abstract for a while before giving full disclosure.

#poem #original #boy #poems #miller #golden #introspective #underground #cecil

JG Fletcher Jun 2015

Internal Strife

A spectrum
of colors
Perceived as emotions
Persist primarily

Entirely awestruck
Woven into
Lacking sustenance

Complications
Expenses
Weariness
All follow suit

Exchanges are terse
Privacy is nonexistent
And it leaves one to wonder
"Am I alright?"
"Is this all over?"

#introspective #empathic

Aniseed May 2015

Ramblings of Sober Evenings

Chisel silver into your tongue
And let words babble from it
Like a stream

Weave them into tendrils
And let them pull you gently
Into a dream

Silly girl, your loneliness
Knows no bounds in its
Hypocrisy

You snip the threads and
Let them drift away

And away

And away

Ghost of a memory
And that's all you aim to be

#words #lonely #alone #thoughtful #ghost #quiet #introspective

ca May 2015

scribbling

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p e r h a p s
s e e i n g

w i t h o u t
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y o u
  g e t
  d r u n k

o f f
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l o v e

w h i l e
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p o u r s

w a s t e f u l
b l a s p h e m y

i n t o
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  m i n d s
"

c . a .

just a few ideas that i came up with after waking up from an eventful dream

#poem #drunk #media #thoughts #weak #mind #thinking #radio #introspective #mindfulness