DoN’t YoU tHinK WrItInG Is NeAt?
ThOuGh It MaY NoT SeEm LIkE SuCh a FeAt,
WHeN I WrItE In AlTeRnAtE CaPs, SeE?
It SoUnDs WeIrD tO BoTh YoU AnD Me!
ThOugH ThErE Is nO VoIcE tO HeAr,
iN BotH oUr HeAdS, It SoUnDs WeIrD!
DoN’t YoU tHinK WrItInG Is NeAt?
ThOuGh It MaY NoT SeEm LIkE SuCh a FeAt,
WHeN I WrItE In AlTeRnAtE CaPs, SeE?
It SoUnDs WeIrD tO BoTh YoU AnD Me!
ThOugH ThErE Is nO VoIcE tO HeAr,
iN BotH oUr HeAdS, It SoUnDs WeIrD!
Washing washing
All the ink
Scrubbing scrubbing
A porcelain sink
Rinsing rinsing
Dont stop and think
Wash away
All your fears
Did you hear that?
Footsteps near.
Falling, falling,
Through a crack you peer
Writing, writing
Your confession down,
Jotting everything
With a frown.
In words and ink
You do drown.
But Looking down
Blue is red.
Onto the carpet
They all bled.
Spatters on
The wall and bed.
All you have done
The blood that was shed.
You return to
Rinsing the sink
No longer can you tell yourself
That it is ink.
Dont lose yourself
In the cloud or silver lines
You just gotta feel
your feelings sometimes
Glass half empty
Or glass half full
Till you’re dizzy
From the roller coasters and pull
You don’t have to live
In a world of extremes
Sometimes you dont gotta
Be happy or sad
You gotta just be.
I romanticize love
Walks
Stars
And letters
Coffee
Tea
Wheat
And feathers
Hurricanes
Rain
Thunder
The weather
If only I would romanticize
Taking care of myself
And feeling better.
He eats gravel
Chews on stone
Crunching crunching
On rock harder than bone
He swallows big mouthfuls
Out on the street
If you’re out driving
Then you might just meet
You’ll be going along
And feel a loud bump
Followed by your back tire
Complaining with a thump
You’ll ask yourself
What could make such a hole?
Torn up pavement
Such a sight to behold.
Your annoyance is apparent
A foul mood you foster
For many a times you have met
The pothole monster
Truth is a battered woman,
Trampled beneath people’s feet.
After all, you can pick her flavor?
Savory, salty, or sweet?
Nothing is ever absolute
Except for that statement.
Fear of responsibility is the root,
Of this disease that has spread
That will murder your morality
And choke truth dead.
Because if there is a right,
It would cause a conundrum,
That we avoid with all our might.
But I’m afraid the world sings this song
That if there is a right,
There must be a wrong.
So if you are on the way
And you happen upon truth
Wrap her up and hold close
Feed her at your table
And she’ll show you what you treasure most
Digging through dirt and dust
Bones and broken pottery,
Shards and rust.
I seek truth and secrets true
A discipline kept
By very few.
In my work,
I search for one thing
Between the cracks of walls it lurks
As I work, it becomes clear,
That on sentence,
“Someone was here.”
Did you know I once heard
In a poetry class
That a sign of a weak poem
Is when the writer asks?
Did you know that I heard
The teacher say
That a question has no place
In a poet’s wordplay?
So then I asked myself
Can you do this task?
Where the narrator does nothing
But question and ask?
Maybe I could end every line
With that lovely little mark?
What’s wrong with this symbol?
Am I correct in saying its not dirty or dark?
Dont you think that we owe
It a little respect?
A symbol of curiosity
Lovely Punctuation and not a defect?
Where does the river go?
Tell where exactly does it flow?
Where does the river call its home?
Where does the river go?
I hope it can take me there someday.
I wish the river would carry me away.
A modern day Moses, carried from the fray.
I hope the river takes me there someday.
Iced Coffee
Crumpets
Tartlets
Stew
Your name spelled in foods
That make me think of you.
Raindrops
Snowdrops
Thunder
Dew
Your name spelled in weather
That makes me think of you
Lilacs
Stardust
A charm
That’s blue
Your name spelled in trinkets
That make me think of you