Writing

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