Writing

I'll go breathe the mist 

When coals cool into the fog 

Blocking the mind's sight.

If someone is up there 

I thought you should know 

I’m in love 

A dove soars over the mist 

God if you're up there 

You should know I’m flying free 

Maybe its just me but...

I want good grades

I want to do well

I want straight A's

I want to get all my work done; I really do...

But I shut down...

I close myself off from the world and can't focus...

Did you have a face

or was that a blur as well?

Did you have bird knees

or were they only your favorite?

Were you or did you?

You had your platform with your mike you spoke cheerfully into

I love when flowers grow out of cracks in the concrete

When green ivy scales a building's blank brick wall

When little pieces of God's brilliant light

My brain is a jumble of words 

a puzzle of thoughts and feelings that I struggle to put together  

a tangle of ideas that never reach my tongue 

I used to wish for a filing system