More Poems!

Life of me

I swing silently on my porch swing

The air is a moist warm calm

If only I could make a guitar twing

And sing with the wisdom of a psalm

Then fingers could sing the song on my mind

To the rhythm of the swing’s sweet rock

I’d sing anything to help me unwind

The sun could be my clock

However, the strings are out of tune

And the sun doesn’t set till ten

So instead I’ll get up and go to my room

And attempt to clean it again.

Love Fogs the Mind

Love fogs the mind

As a dirty river displays its silt in the delta

The thin layers slowly rest on the earth

Seeping into the grooves and crannies

Until it is coated

Like a strawberry dipped in chocolate

Deliciously irresistible

Yet too much would take away the flavor

Life Choices

For a job what do you do?

            I play the monkey at the local zoo.

What college do you plan to attend?

            College? Oh. You mean ‘where are my friends?’

What profession do you plan to pursue?

            The oldest profession of course. And you?

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I am the speck upon your wall

Am I a bug? No not at all

A tiny black against the white

I do not move, but though I might

Have crawled around in a past life

Of a bug before the might

Of the thumb that came that night

It squashed me after I’d crawled ‘round

On the wall and on the ground

To finally stop here where I’m found

By larger eye so huge and round

A ball with black against the white

In the small and dimming light

It moves and speculates its sight

Of the speck upon the wall

‘It is a bug, after all.’

College Applications

You’ve been here before

You’ve made it through

I need you to guide me

To tell me what to do

There isn’t a sense of determination in your eyes

All they show is worry free

And that’s hard to disguise

This stuff is important

I’m trying to understand

All this pressure and this stress

Is more than I can stand.

‘What will you be when you grow up?’

How can anyone know?
Are you meant for greatness,

or just an average Joe?

Chance Encounter

When someone stops to look at you

And you start looking back

You crack a smile, they do too,

What comes after that?

One would thing a nice 'Hello'

Would break the awkward calm

You start to speak and then oh no

Your phone shakes in your palm

Answer it or speak the word?

Darn the gazing’s stopped.

Soon a shy 'Hello' is heard

The magic feeling flopped

You walk away from said stranger

In the strangest mood

Your heart has lifted and yet graver

Having been removed

From the situation mentioned

A few lines before

Entering your mind, the question

Could there have been more?



When You’re Sad

Like a parasite

I cling to your emotions

I feed off your negative energy

Then regurgitate it as happy solutions

When you’re happy

I can’t stand it

I can’t be with you

It’s a good thing this rarely happens

When you’re sad

I can help you

I make you feel better

But only so I can feel better about myself

Do you need a hug?

Give me a call

Something exciting?

Talk to a wall

It should care more than I ever could

I love you

But only when you’re sad

Failed Poetry

Is this poetry?

I’m confused

Whether this is poetry

Or not

I think I just like the

Awkward

Pauses

When it’s read

If not then it still gets my point across