I wish I could be simultaneously,
Alone but together,
No judgment; just me.
An infinite summer,
Spent sat by that tree,
All of these things but most of all free.
I’ve always been whole but still I’ve felt half,
Perspective is something that adds to the craft,
To display my feelings not provoking a laugh,
An art yet to master,
The vision seems daft.
An ambitionless manchild attempts to vent his bottled emotions through gibberish labeled as poetry and creative writing. They're all about you, its always been about you; but there was a time before you and there will be a time after you.
Monday, 5 October 2015
Questions
Who are you? what are you doing here?
You have a love? You have a life? embrace the fear
You have a dream? are you still young? i guess its near
Realistic? Or fictional? will father cheer?
What are you doing? What are you hiding?
Is this a gift? a piece you wrote? that's quite exciting
A secret door? or something more? Its just some writing
Emotional? or Biblical? Religious slighting
Is that a sin? Its pretty vague or not explained
Come from within? learned on the side? you are abstained
A family? The friends you see? it seems maintained
Envious? or strenuous? you seem strained
Is that a moral? young you would have a lot to say
reciprocation? Annihilation? feelings conveyed
Aged well? like alcohol? peer pressure swayed
Innocent? or common sense? you have in spades
You have a love? You have a life? embrace the fear
You have a dream? are you still young? i guess its near
Realistic? Or fictional? will father cheer?
What are you doing? What are you hiding?
Is this a gift? a piece you wrote? that's quite exciting
A secret door? or something more? Its just some writing
Emotional? or Biblical? Religious slighting
Is that a sin? Its pretty vague or not explained
Come from within? learned on the side? you are abstained
A family? The friends you see? it seems maintained
Envious? or strenuous? you seem strained
Is that a moral? young you would have a lot to say
reciprocation? Annihilation? feelings conveyed
Aged well? like alcohol? peer pressure swayed
Innocent? or common sense? you have in spades
Burn the Box
An emotional arsonist, Burn the box while still inside of it
Fire for a show, the spectacle will grow in the dim lit cavern inside of him
Watch the essence whip the air and struggle like the man trapped inside
Let the walls consume you, embroiled with the flames
Tender embers burn for hours charring feelings into ash
In this little pocket where no sun can compare, the passion burned white hot
Close to the center for a second it was beautiful
Ended on the outskirts of a spark most unusual
Then the winds will scatter and scream whistling for the phoenix
Watch the essence whip the air and struggle like the man trapped inside
Let the walls consume you, embroiled with the flames
Tender embers burn for hours charring feelings into ash
In this little pocket where no sun can compare, the passion burned white hot
Close to the center for a second it was beautiful
Ended on the outskirts of a spark most unusual
Then the winds will scatter and scream whistling for the phoenix