Thursday, February 23, 2006

patchwork

the sky was the limit
but now it's descending
and all of the plans
I was making are pending
and winter's persistent
with percipatation
and I'm filling up
like a pool of frustration
and everything's heavy
like fog in the air
and my mind runs laps
while my eyes blankly stare
cause I died the day
that I stopped believing
now everyone who's ever
loved me is leaving
I wish I could cry
but I haven't been able
cause I always try
to appear to be stable
but I'm just the product
of imagination
and dreams that were conjured
while under sedation
so talk to me straight
and look into my eyes
I think you will see
that I wear no disguise
and I'm thin as air
still you can't see through me
so there is nothing to me

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

state of mind (two)

another dreary winter day
another quiet morning
another stretch and sip of tea
another round of yawning

looking out the window
looking for something unknown
looking for the eagle
purching greatly on his thrown

what I see is moss on trees
and what I hear is singing
but what am I to make of this
if nothing has a meaning?

I think too much when I wake up
I need to think of breathing
I need to get perspective on
this life that I've been leading

so I'll take another sip of tea
and go and take a shower
and take some time to think
while I'm just taking in the flowers

burning

I'm burning all the letters
that I wrote and never sent
hoping to release myself
from all their sentiment
and when my thoughts
have turned to you
and when my heart is yearning
I add another poem
to the fire for its burning
but flames can't touch the heat
of what I felt inside my heart
as I tried to piece together
that which you had torn apart
but now the shreds float in the sky
and ashes fall like snowflakes
and embers in the night will burn
all evidence of our mistakes