Bleeding symphonies Floating notes Painted poetry Lost in prose Solitary Pieces fall One by one One in all Lyrics fade Silently Drawn back to The symphony What’s lost Is locked Not truly gone It always was And never won Bandaged and bruised But still a hue My paper’s loud My sound is true Stitches burst… Read More Paper cut
From the depths of my “stuff” circa 2002. Here’s a glimpse of 16 year old me… Untitled. This plant is just a seed and It won’t grow at all water’s what it needs stream, river, waterfall While it looks it will drown… by the brook it will frown… it knows not know where to go… Read More Teenage poet … did you know it?
The epitome of neutral. The siphoning of hues. Losing all ink. -Yet covered in blues. Flooded with paper And covered in chalk Coughing on excess Still able to talk Words trapped in symphonies Logic astray Sense makes no sense to me All fades away…. If i could If I could… Today would be That day… Read More Toast, crackers, and Sea foam green
You read that correctly. It’s true. In the dark of night, is when it comes out to play… My night owl. During the day, it naps. It naps so hard, you might think it’s comatose. It wears sunglasses. Just in case…. It knows….oh it KNOWS! So very much. The thing is, it doesn’t want the… Read More My night owl can solve equations…what can yours do?
Too good to be seen Too smart to be mean Too quiet to make noise Too nice sharing toys Too seen Always good Never mean if she would No noise Quiet down Her noise Dropped down D tune Let it rest Far soon But the best Deep down Weighted vest No one knows It’s her… Read More Dropped D
She sits alone, with them nearby Muted screams, diluted by Her grades get by What’s needed-Why? She passes fine No questions asked, continuing along the path She stops again, but leaves it last They seem to think she’s passed the test Not knowing if she’s read……at best As time goes by, she questions…why? The tests… Read More Study me.
She sits alone Tapping her shoe The quiet noise That no knew No one knows A thing about her They think they do But they doubt her Masking her fidget Squirming subtle Silent contents Inner struggle A slight smile Loss of thought Such a trial! And still not caught… And yet again She taps her… Read More Quiet. Noise.