Leisured

I was asked what I do in my leisure time And to answer without being able to think, “I write”, right There could be no wrong within this same ole-story I’ll call a song But the truth is, sometimes I don’t; I mean yes I can, but sometimes I just won’t So now I’m backtracking

Letter to…you.

(Written from the outside looking in) Being ignored by someone you look up to; “at least you felt it, right?” Knowing they exist but do they know you do? Your heart persists; if they’re anything like me they’ll open. I won’t be heart broken. I just have to know, I refuse to let this go.

Sun lit to flower

In decision After a day of filling myself A day with everything I needed feeling too full of it A release from the bullshit, to myself I repeated This shit,I’m sick—I mean, yes I am —of it Maybe even above it But I could-not forget, who I was and what came of it So hate

Neglect (w/all due respect)

Have I? Oh yes, I’ve written Maybe not here, in so long I mean hours in counting, could feel like days of neglect I guess that’s the means of getting clarity when you’re upset So many voices, in my head pulling me in, which— a way? Hard to understand when all the words repeat as

flip, the Script

After a while all this shit sounds the same Every line and stanza full of pain I get tired of grieving maybe more so of reading to stay sane Okay, so maybe I’m lying just to give my poem a new name A new tone , a writing of a new wrong To cover the

this time (chance)

So close but yet so far-fetched I thought I may have been on to something Maybe I was A bit of nothing occurred and that’s all that it was, apparently My feelings left me;feeling to believe that I again made an attempt, a willingness to succeed So I hadn’t given up, despite my past failures

What’s it like; To be “inside“?

Feeling inside This inside, a new place- to venture Although I’ve been here before I fled to see the obvious of things which I chose to ignore I’m here & now, ever present like never—before I Go on ; —with feeling inside;so many emotions to adapt when dealing away with pride leaving all jokes and

stripes ///x out

Don’t—wait Until I’m not there anymore to care A so used to—amused to, me -always being there A go-to, rebound as they say The one who picks you from that fall, remember, the one when you fell so hard, a seeing as you lay —your foot to rest upon my neck A cause for me

Pained

My head is pounding —can’t even process to process these feelings, I’ve processed I’ve felt this before and it’s too hard to ignore —this feeling As emo as I am I can’t seem to —-this feeling, grasp What exactly it is, or what I am of it —too much to express this boulder that welds

I blanked

“Look up” A holding of head in meaning to prevent a duck In other words, keep your chin up or you’ll be dead If you believe Too scared or too courageous for the chance to breathe An uncertainty filled the air of the room And as I looked up I saw the sight of the