They say I write to escape

That I let the words flow like droplets of water

Swept along in a strong current

Tumbling

Gushing

To get away.

The world is a spinning ball of darkness when there is no light.

The answers are hidden in a lying mess when there is no truth.

The happiness is crying mournful tears when there is no joy.

The bravery is retreating from its fears when there is no strength.

I’m looking for a trash can,

I’m looking for a broom.

I need to get a move on

I have to leave this place soon.

But I can’t find the door anymore

I can’t leave this place,

Cause of all the mess I’ve made

With such dexterity I make a world of my own.

Only here can I hew my imagination with intense zeal

To create greater imagination.

Here we see a prodigy that is us.

I saw your name in lights last night,

like the stars formed together and spelled it out, just for me

a neon sign, in pinks and greens

it’s the middle of the night and i

can’t sleep.

My mind wandering

running

racing

A poem should be equal to what I find engaging

the way the scene keeps shifting around

The first couple stanzas thrown down

For all of a sudden the iron mask represents

The barrier between the author and me

Her sympathy

made his pain

all the more real...

You listened, drifting

in that half asleep

dream world-

a tiger roared

a brave tree fell,

crashing

and black

thunder grumbled

outside your window,

quietly,

whispering

don’t tell

The world comes to life,

As a new day dawns;

The freeze is now over,

Frosty winter now gone.

The creatures all wake

From their deep sleep.

Now through the land

Does warmth truly seep.

Drop, drop went the rain

Wet ground is so slippery

Here comes green all over

Forgotten by their own,

Forgotten by the world,

To a place farther than disaster

Only to see more.

Peril in the ocean and in the wind

Has left them lost.

Bright and lively no more,

No more faces of affection.

We are the orphans

We do not have our mother

We are the orphan

I am the loyal servant

To a darker kind of master

When asked bout our lord,

My brethren bow their heads in shame

While I raise my head in pride

And my twin does the same.

But then my twin abandoned us

Why can't you ever be true to you and to me.

You cell me everything I want to hear but nothing you mean.

You always make me sad but you never know.

You never cared although you say you do.

Am I wrong to believe you all the time?

We live on our floating planet,

this hunk, this rock,

we are so small. 

Every day, I walk along the same road,

A path of work and play, the route I know.

Every day, I carry the same, tiring load,

A burden of hopes, fears, and woe.

Does it end where it all began?

Since the death of my mother

Something inside is broken

from deep deep

within

I feel like I’ve sinned

Thoughts ramble through my head

I feel like I too want to be dead

When you look into a window

What do you see?

A face staring back at you,

As happy as can be

You ask the face a question

Why do you smile so much?

What is this nonsense that a school represents?

It teaches the ways of a trained money controlling society

I dwell in the essence of my mind knowing they don’t have me convinced

I’m an individual and I will not be another part of the variety

Hawk upon blue sky

Soaring above brook and spring

On the endless high

I want to touch a tree.

Not just any tree.

A tree with big green leaves.

I miss the shade trees

give on hot summer days.

The way they smelled, not

like a flower, just the

overall smell of nature.

I want to sit on

He is anchored to the cold room’s center

By metallic, unused fetters

Reluctance is his parapet and it’s likely to collapse

He lies amidst rusted traps

He is the first catch.

Among the freezing breeze of swastikas,

The only awakened robot

Was the word of the innocent.

II

She was of three hearts,

Like a sphinx,

Child, escapist, and thief.

III

I would say that by noon my

Heart really knew my purpose

My goals, the plan for rescue.

I would say that it’s better

To never regret, never take back,

Try not to be a brat.

I know that life is better when

One is not alone.

Just as wild and just as true,

I’m every bit as dark as you.

I would not show it on my face,

But I’ve learned your secret, silent grace.

Your gait is sure as the day is fair

And filled with ling’ring subtle air,

Melodies of pandemonium

Fill my ears with a silent hum

Black is everything we have found

White is everything without sound

And as lunacy ensues without ceasing

And pain takes hold without releasing

Swirling colors cease to blend

Falling , falling down to earth

toward the place I was given birth

I close my eyes and count to three

A sad requiem for an unknown dream.

Why is it that people of this nation

Are only in it for the fascination?

Always on the run

He carries his equipment

He carries his uniform

He carries his ammunition

And his weapons

But he carries much more

He carries his heart

His memories

Though most importantly

Reading should never just be

considered an option.

A life without reading, not

understanding words, only

spots on a page, with the power

to change worlds, but they’re

dead without a voice, no meaning

till they’re read.

On the third day, we took the shortest way

Climbed a mountain and I stayed

Found my wings, and dropped down

While I died, heard a sound

And the sound told me things

That had once pulled my strings

Then I saw my true self