Poetry
thoughts half finished
ideas half formed
scribbled down
at a moments notice
some make sense
some are barely
coherent
the pen is my
searching the shores
of my brain
for the fragments of poems,
Poetry
thoughts half finished
ideas half formed
scribbled down
at a moments notice
some make sense
some are barely
coherent
the pen is my
searching the shores
of my brain
for the fragments of poems,
What You Don’t Know
Exam
the clock ticks
the time has come
blank sheets of paper
sit before you
The sheaf of
interrogation
is passed out
and the pen
is hoisted
in shaky hand
As the pen flies
frantically
from
line
to
line
you begin to realize
this test
expresses more
of what you don’t know
The criminal Jack Knox
I got the news today
Jack Knox is getting the chair
sentenced to death for his crimes
my mind
wanders
backwards
like it does every time I hear about Jacks criminal goings on
I am taken back to that day
in kindergarten
when little Jackie Knox was sent
to the principals office
for something silly
like being noisy in the library
but instead he stole a tricycle
and ran away
A Feather
the happiest ideas
twitter about
like giddy songbirds
brightly sailing about
the blackest intentions
pick apart the soul
with razor like talons
and piercing beaks
wisdom soars about
the psyche
on the broad wings
of the mighty owl
inspiration dives
through the clutter
like a hawk thats spotted a mouse
a flash so swift, so precise
it's like a bird cage,
my mind,
thoughts
dreams
whispers
flutter about
each as unique as the
feathers
that float out
of my head
and
onto
these
pages
Simplest Joy
the bright red numbers of the clock
scream out
three
twenty three
am
you awoke in a state
crying and uncomfortable
and I awoke with you
to comfort you
and am rewarded by your tiny
smile
the simplest joy
of a full belly
and a clean bum
Challenges
I was s l o w
at first
but I got faster
better
each time I did it again
until I was the fastest
I was weak
at first
barely able to move it
but I got stronger
the more I did it
until it wasn’t even a question
of if I could move it
but where I would put it down
My life is constantly filled
with one thought
“Where is my next Everest?”
as I strive through all
the personal challenges
to be the best I can be
A cold room that needs to be Warm
It's a small room
won't take much to warm
to a comfortable place
you don't need to spend long
in there
but multiple visits
throughout time
but the bone chilling cold
prickles your skin as you walk through the door
its icy touch lingering
uncomfortably
this is a room that should be
warm because the only thing
colder then the air
is the the throne
of porcelain
that you must reluctantly sit upon.