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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

It's Just Me

It’s just me..
That I can see.
Holding my hand.
Standing impatiently..
Dragging my feet outside the door.
It’s just me..
That I can hear.
Sliding my gear..
Gauging vehemently..
Though dodging down the fear.
As I speed up the steer.
It’s just me..
That I need to face.
Stitching where holes..
Appeared through countless memoir.
Deep down yet traceable..
Are those noises unstoppable.
It’s just me..
That reflects power.
Tilting to the other side of the ladder..
Jumping to start the reverse way..
To go farther than yesterday.
Walking along side..
Running on roads wide..
Where vague defines every murmuring sound.
As those feet never again learn to touch the ground.

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