Poetry

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 your 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

From past friends

or mild acquaintances

there will be times where I am not only acknowledged

but appreciated

it makes me happy

makes me content

Happiness is the feeling of summer

and sunshine on my face

it reminds me of fresh-cut grass or sand in clean sheets

but it is also the feeling of grief

As I swim down to the sea shore,

I saw a crab selling seashells.

I waved my tentacles and shouted:

“Oy Mate! Give me a seashell!” 

The crab sneered, “you octopus, be gone!”

Think of whispers in the shade
Picnic cloths and lemonade

Afternoons in softened light
Books that stretch long into the night

I was once 13 and a few hours younger

Just a bit

To young to comprehend the heartbreak of creation

To create something that the world

rejects

before it rejects you.

It rained today, but I can’t stop thinking about the future. 

In a world of war and lies and deceit and wrong,

All I seem to focus on is the little things.