Poem #44: Beauty of Music
_Beauty of Music_ The heart pounds Time flows As does music and Love Never ending are The sounds flowing In my head Never ceasing is the Love That fills my heart With beautiful sounds Trouble goes And memories...
Poem #43: Something
_Something_ This feeling inside I cannot describe What is this type of pain? Time squanders and waits Predicting our fates Understand it in vain; The guilt that's in me I sadly doubt thee I know I want to cry; I need to escape This...
Poem #42: Nothing
_Nothing_ Nothing can be everything, If we want something to believe Because it is better to receive Nothing, than not be here at all; Nothing can be everything, Even if we don't withdraw But hide behind our made-up wall Full of nothing,...
Poem #41: The Wall
_The Wall_ The wall is as warm As the fresh-baked cookies That our grandmothers' make; Yet the heat radiates, As if the wall is alive. Rough as sandpaper, that is slowly Tearing and clawing the skin as A cat does your furniture; Coarse as a...
Poem #40: The Leaves
_The Leaves_ The leaves are damp, but not cold; They feel as if they have been run Under luke warm tap water. The smell of dew upon grass Is found, like upon the morn. They curl as a paper in fire, Only slower. They are dirty and stained, like...
Poem #39: Memories
_Memories_ These thoughts might leave I fear, I hope to never lose; Thoughts held so dear, Memories are not whom, but whose. The truth I will discover, Always hope to see; Never I intend to smother, Honest and devout I'll be. They...
Poem #38: Perception
_Perception_ I don t know what I _feel_ Is what I _see_, sight? Is what I hear, Is what I _hear_ sound? The _words_ all fall apart Inside my mouth Yet I cannot _taste_ them Cannot _touch_ them And then I feel my _nose_ fracture Into pieces,...
Poem #37: Rights
_Rights_ "You have the right to remain silent;" You have the right to cry aloud Shout and scream and weep At the crimes committed "Anything and everything you say" Should be heard The sounds of those Beneath the cruel "Can and will be used...
Poem #36: Where I'm From
_Where I'm From_ I am from constantly read books, from dirty Adidas smeared with grass and dirt. I am from the giant tree in front of the house (Rides that always miss the green trim because of it). I am from the smooth river-rock stones, the...
Poem #35: Places of Me
_Places of Me_ The silent ssshhh of black Need not make its way back, For to mine eyes it appeals. The taste of savory red meat Playfully swims in the pool Of summer's hottest day. Its ways have made it Into my taste. Yet this taste I...
Poem #34.1: What - Revised
_What_ It's sorrowful but it's joyful He's hurtful but also kind It's freezing yet I can't bear the heat It's mended and always broken It's so loud I can't hear the silence The paper is smooth and jagged There are so many words on the blank page...
Poem #33: The Senses
_The Senses_ I feel so blind I can't see what to expect Nothing to nourish my sight If seeing is believing, Where to see the beliefs? I feel so silent No sound is present The words have vacated No understanding Is left. I feel so deaf ...