I Don’t Like Thinking
I don’t like thinking
all of the time
because sometimes
I can’t stop
I don’t like thinking
alone in my mind
because it doesn’t
always think right
I don’t like thinking
all of the time
because sometimes
I can’t stop
I don’t like thinking
alone in my mind
because it doesn’t
always think right
I was told
to write a slam poem
A sea of words that somehow I can see clearly
But I cannot always speak
I fear the word I scream,
they don't always come out right
Oil and water
never combined
you and I,
we were the same
I reacted to your words
and your voice negatively
I rested on top of your world
but I was a burden
When doves cry
is it because
they are filled with pity?
When they lie
slain on the street
I can only hope they went out quickly
I drive by
through busy streets
bullets bleed
released
one by one
through the city streets
she didn’t see
she didn’t scream
she fell
fast
asleep
chaos bleeds
released
scream by scream
Time
s t o p s
This moment,
golden
Before
it
all
goes
away
Before you
fall,
there’s a time
sometimes
when my fingers don't itch to write
and the keyboard is a faraway memory,
i curse myself
curse the world
because i feel like poetry is pointless.
why
do my hands know exactly how
I remember my first day in the Green Mountain State
Astonishingly lush with trees filling the sky
Some locals called us flatlanders--we laughed
As I rolled like cinnamon onto the ruff turf,
My shoe hit my other shoe like cars on a freeway,
Causing myself to be in an accident.
Even though I knew people were crying,
I could only hear nothingness.
Hello sweetheart!
My goodness, how time has flown.
You used to be so little, do you remember?
Extemporize:
To improvise or make up on the spot.
I often find that I am an avid extemporizer,
Stuck in joking conversation:
I extemporize.
You took my hand
And told me to stay
You opened my eyes
And told me skies weren’t gray
You told me I was enough