I, Me,
Once upon the solitary drops
Falling from my faceless
Skies,
Crown me in the womb;
Closed to the Word.

The sloping forest of thought,
Beneath the canopy..
drought of touches,
A calamity in the moment,
Whispers conceived once
Upon another star.

My kingdom is the wanderer,
That most beautiful Nocturne;
Make the romance of aloneness
And upon night fall
Impaled on the twilight
My self shedding personalities.

A skeptical, theoretical physicist,
Composed poetry frenzidly all night,
Got enlightened, went beyond limits,
Made peace with the equation ultimate!

Far and wide
is where we’ll hide
when things seem dark and scary.
But alas we’ll emerge
from the pond of the weary
to laugh and to cry while accepting the eerie.

I've been lost
I've been broken
But I haven't given up
And I won't give up now
Because I know how to fight
All my demons within
And how to aid the
Angels struggling
To set me free
So once I'm free
I hope you'll still be
Around, so I can help
You to get free as well
So that maybe we can both
Be free, able to live the way we
Want to be, do you want to be
Free with me or do you like
The darkness & demons
That prey on you
Every night
Won't you be free?

There's a clock above my head and a calendar inside my heart
Ticking away the seconds, checking off the days
37 minutes til school's out today, 2 more weeks with my friends
Before they leave
Before I go off to college
Before I'm miles away from everyone I care about (and even farther from the one that I love)
Before everything I've ever known changes, ceases to exist

The ticking is incessant, it echoes in my skull
Reminding me how little time I have left
How I'm sitting here counting seconds
And wasting all of them
It makes me want to stop the clock, rip the calendar out of my heart, shatter time itself
But I'm not brave enough or stupid enough or clever enough for that
So instead I sit here like a self-made bomb, watching the fuse burn faster and faster
And waiting for my life to implode

A feeling not unlike depression
washes through me as I wait on
the platform
the five forty seven is yet again delayed
and now I am too.

There's a wind blowing in from Harwich and it cuts to the marrow
of my bones.

Why not a penalty fare when the train is not there
on time?

I question
I question
a succession of questions
a procession of questions
I fixate on the questions
while I wait for the train.

And then it arrived
they all cheered
I tried
but couldn't.

It's programming
designed to put you down
and slam you in

This country is as wasted
as the people I see who
travel in this carriage with me

they're all asleep and can't see me screaming.