(2013)
Poem about how sometimes its just a personal struggle to fit in or to understand your place in a group of friends.
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Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished