A day on the beach?Angry as fire, I visit the oceanA day on the beach?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where its cold hard rage would pacify mine
Behind me, a million stories are in motion
My parents are laughing, my brother's asleep
A camel walks by and two people are fighting
Behind me, the world is bursting with emotion
Yet, here I am, trying to write poetry
And my rage at my poems is like a strong potion
Pen in hand, notes on my lap, and my feet in the sand
As I create some poetry with honest devotion
But my mind is blank and I don't understand
As if my mind is fogged up and full of pollution
So I skim through your poetry, yours, and yours
And I'm horrified at the beauty that your words can bring me
Two little sailors are rowing a boat with two little oars
In the distance I see them and I'm amazed for a while
My mind is buzzing and my words start to pour
And I write about my parents and why they were laughing
And about the large yellow camel with the sad tired eyes
I write about two people who were furiously fighting
And about the day that I stared a
LostAn innocent girl travels down the road,Lost2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A dark and endless street that stretches on,
A cold and cruel world where all erode,
With raven blackness covering the dawn.
One cannot bear such coldness all alone,
The madness of the darkness takes its toll,
The silence deafens all within its drone,
Her sanity is nearly swallowed whole.
But just before, lights flicker on to life,
Illumination on the broken path,
A sign of hope, an ending to the strife,
A bright chance for a blissful aftermath.
The lights upon the streets are all your friends,
Don't give up hope, for darkness has an end.
IT'S ALL IN MY HEADI can't explainIT'S ALL IN MY HEAD2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why my brain remains strained
By constant cognitive chaos
Deus ex machina
The tick tock of this mental metronome
Rocks me like clockwork
And I just can't stop it from jerking me around.
I know it sounds like my wits are unwound
But I'm grounded
My mind is too heavy to stay up in the air
Repairs will be have to rationed
As rationality is ravaged
And reason is ripped apart
Seems like I'm beginning to be finished
I just don't know where to start
The walls give way to the heat of the corrosion
And contents of my brain burst out
In an explosion.
Colors and scenes
Of visions and dreams
Gush and rush
You see what storms inside me
From the moment I wake
To the extent of my sleep
This biological mechanism is merely a vessel
For ethereal expression.
As a result of that concussion
I no longer possess the capability to exercise discretion
I'm afraid all I can offer is this confession:
It's all in my head.