Poetry
Not everything I’ve ever written is here; just what is important enough for others to see. Some of these I wrote back in my younger days and they just stood out to me as worthy, while other are ones I’ve either written recently or just written. Stylistically, it’s all over the place. However, I just hope you find worth in them somehow. Trigger warning: themes of depression and insanity. Not well done because I am lacking in design. Enjoy nonetheless.
Normal
Normal is,
A state of mind,
Where everyone cares,
And everyone’s kind.
Normal is that place where
You are not depressed.
You feel happy, joyed,
And caressed.
Normal is where
Nothing is wrong.
Where everyone just sits there
And gets along.
Normal is different to everyone,
Even you and me.
But you can find your normal.
Just open your eyes, and you will see.
This is normal to me,
But is my theory true?
The real question is-
Is this normal to you?
That Feeling
That feeling I get,
When she is around.
That feeling I get,
When we ride into town.
That feeling I get,
When she is with me.
That feeling I get,
When I feel like we are meant to be.
That feeling I get,
When I know we are just friends.
That feeling I get,
When I wish we were together until the end.
That feeling I get,
When I first knew.
That feeling I get,
When I am with you.
Unlearn
A freakout in a crowded room
Could I unlearn it?
A shaking while I soothe
Would I unlearn it?
A clenched jaw as I prune
Should I unlearn it?
A prayer when it be untrue
Did I unlearn it?
A working day with no true gain
Will I unlearn it?
Push away to gain fame
Won’t I unlearn it?
To get back on my feet again
Don’t I unlearn it?
Don’t I unlearn it?
Fleeting Summer
I lay in the fall
Wondering if all
The seasons of reason
Mean nothing at all
My dreams, they stay strong
But my will, it seems wrong
For the reasons for treason
Plague me, but I play along
Have I ever loved another
Or is this a fleeting summer
All of the others
Gone, or became mothers
You are a treat
But poison I greet
When I feel what’s real
Pain has a seat.
My winter is bitter
My spring is peace
My summer is fleeting
My fall is release
Are you a future lover
Or just a fleeting summer
Do these seasons of treason
Haunt me forever?
A cat
I walked outside today
There was a cat in the distance.
It approached me, eager for my attention.
I gave it some pets, but I felt the need to still check the mail
The cat didn’t follow.
I walked away, hoping it would wait for me.
It didn’t.
I blamed it for not waiting.
But I shouldn’t have checked the mail.
I Can Only Imagine
I can only imagine,
The things they see.
I can only imagine,
The things they want to be.
I can only imagine,
The dreams they dream.
I can only imagine,
How much they know.
I can only imagine,
When we die, where we’ll go.
I can only imagine,
Why people say no.
I can only imagine,
What they want to say.
I can only imagine,
Where they will be someday.
I can only imagine,
The good things that will come today.
A Different View
This view is rather dull,
Should we try another?
All that can be seen here
Is another problem, waiting to be solved.
The trees look tired of the wind,
Always and forever blowing.
The grass seems trampled on
One too many times.
The birds seem to chirps, but
For the reason to escape the onslaught
Of watchers, but instead of flying away
They chirp their angst away.
However, these seem illogical.
What if the trees invite the wind,
But none know of the invitation.
What if the grass is not trampled,
But instead hugging each foot as it walks by.
And, what if the birds aren’t chirping for any reason
Other than to share their voice to the loving world.
See what a different view can do?
A Simple Leap
I closed my eyes and leaped into bed.
I landed, followed by giggles of glee and comfort as I snuggled my blanket and pillow.
I visit my bed everyday, and yet I was so happy to be met by the familiar comfort.
I wasn’t expecting it.
I saw my bed before I closed my eyes. I leaped in the direction of the bed. I even felt it at my knees before my feet left the ground.
It was there. It’s a bed. It wasn’t leaving.
But I wasn’t expecting it to be there.
Why not?
Why didn’t I know the bed was there when I was in mid air?
It was less than a second, but in that second was fear.
Why was I scared?
Why was I so surprised by my bed upon landing into it?
Has a bed ever left me when I trusted it to catch my descent?
Am I just scared of falling even a little?
Oh bed, whose comfort I crave at the end of the bed
Can you assure me mid decent?
Or am I strong enough to assure myself as I fall?
Why even ask you? You’re a bed.
And it’s a simple leap.
Red
I see red at the light
As I wait to drive
This is a new street
But it friendly and alive
I taste red every time
I eat beef mince
The savor hits the seat
Which causes me to wince
I smell red each autumn
As the leaves fall
I wait to appease
But is it worth it at all?
I hear red in the plea
Of a dog barking at me
I’m only here for comfort
But will it ever see?
I feel red in my face
As I figured it out
My mind first felt peace
But then spiraled to doubt
My light is still red
As the others pass
But it’s still red
So it’s not safe for me, is it lass?
Dopamine
Empty I sit in a world unfit
for my needs so i flee
my mind is safe away from heartache
no joy, no play, no pleasure, no fray
no pressure, no strive, so bland, unalive
aware, i cry, i know i’ll die
away, i’m fine. unaware. just decline
to strive, to fail, to struggle, like jail
still stuck, no climb, no luck, not fine
no new, lost hue, cold shoes, rent due
The only reliable is a screen
to keep me alive, thanks dopamine.
