Poetry

The boy sits Alone on the beach With glowering eyes And a heart Full of hate and anger He listens to the ocean Roaring day and night Arms wrapped tight around His scraped and bleeding knees Tattoos run up his arms Like black veins A fire burns before him As he stares deep into it Watching the fickle flame Dancing too and fro How unfair it is For it to be free When he stands in chains He waves his hand Slowly through the flames But he doesn’t feel the pain He doesn’t feel anything anymore So he takes what is left Of his meager belongings And throws them into the fire It crackles and waves Sparking to life As it consumes another’s The boy watches His life go up in flames Burning slowly to ashes As it withers and curls He stands And walks away He is done He is finally done

I know people How so? I can understand people Better than most Because I can see Through their eyes Feels as their hearts feel How do you do that? I don’t know I just do Well, who are you? I don’t know truthfully I am nothing I guess Because I am everything Or everyone I should say I don’t mean I am All powerful or all knowing You mean like god? Sure I am my writing I am my characters Every face I paint With my words is me Their face is mine I don’ have my own anymore I am a mosaic Of everything I have seen Will see And have made How did this happen? I don’t know I have always been this way Is it hard? Yes It is never easy Not having an identity of your own it is hard not knowing who you really are I can’t remember The last time I have seen my own face So you are saying You have no face? I laugh I guess so I am the portrait of a person Without a face

I took this photo in Seattle of this little girl and it reminded me of a poem I wrote once, here it is. There is a little girl Sitting on the sidewalk She cries with little Hiccups of breath As silver drops Run rivers down her face Her hair bobs with her bouncing breaths She squeezes her eyes hut Creasing a face So soft and young Making cardboard out of dough Holding her knee in her hands ...

Are you afraid Of the dark Or just what Lies inside of it When you see darkness Do you see the shadows Or the light That hides within When you look Into a mirror Do you see yourself Or a reflection Staring back As life slips From your heart Do you think back Or wonder ahead As the sun sets Do you see The beautiful colors Or the impending Darkness that it brings Do you see The glass as Half full Or half empty Tell me which Side of the coin Do you prefer Choose your side wisely It decides your fate

Wow I just found this poem I wrote in eighth grade. Kind of interesting. I open my eyes and see you Your soul so happy and filled with joy Two peas in a pod always together Arm in arm right by my side Sun shinning on your soft face Wind tousling your brown hair Silence, laughing Hiding in prickly bushes away from the world Our little hideout made out of blackberries One so sweet, one so sour No one can touch us Our world of dreams and fantasies ...

Empty store A TV. On mute It feels so empty In a corner A high chair sits Covered in dust Long forgotten I wonder Was it ever used Did a child So loved Once sit in it Now gone Blue with colorful Cotton candy designs Where is the baby Did tragedy strike To steal it away From it’s loving parents Plucked like a flower Cut down before its prime Feathers floating Softly to the ground Did an angel take it away Or perhaps The child just Grew up The chair Just unneeded and unnecessary As a child Grows to big For it’s former joy Growing apart From all it Ever knew and loved The child was taken Away from it’s chair Because it no longer needed A baby’s chair So now So empty A blue high chair sits With cotton candy designs In a corner Forgotten Gathering dust

Don your masks your alter egos it’s time for the dance a dark waltz full of mischief and grief hide your face and smile anew the night is yours no light lies between you no boundaries just a moon and a cry to keep the night alive grinning faces with twisted smiles children running tricks to be played under the night’s watch for a night you are who you truly are when the masks go on they finally are off let out your darkness to share with the world close your eyes pull down your veil it’s time to play let out a howl it Halloween day!

Smile real wide Let the Cheshire cat inside He has been waiting To be let in Ever patient With a demon’s grin Waiting outside your window Looking inside your life Looking for a way in To your lonely little world He has a fancy for games And riddles it seems So play a game Let down your wall And let the Cheshire cat in Watch as its face splits open With the devil’s smile As it laughs And laughs And laughs At you And the game you call your life Yet there is nothing That you can do As you sit paralyzed and wait Insanity is knocking on your door You have blocked and barricaded And sealed all the locks Yet every moment the clock Ticks faster Until all your time is lost The cat is laughing As you loose your mind You plead for help But it just keeps going And going As the pendulum swings faster You pray for silence And your eyes to block out The demon’s smile It is eating you away Until you realize it is nothing Just a cat and its smile Just a laugh and a whisper That all is not well Look the cat in the eye And walk away Down the path you came Smile real wide At the forest’s darkness And let the Cheshire cat inside

Every chair occupied Tables covered Newspapers open Showing crime Pain Misfortune All born by man Incessant clicking Of fingers Swiftly moving On keyboards Coffee beans ground Thick heavy scent Of coffee Mixed, tainted By the ugly scent Of humans So many blank Open faces Trying unsuccessfully To communicate With one another But the space Between them Is just too far The gap of worlds To large to cross Open mouths Lacking any sound Hand gestures To a blind man A woman sits In the far corner Laughs Big teeth Open abyss Consuming all Putting nothing out People talk But nothing Ever comes out Maybe They just have Nothing to say Wishing out of habit Not necessity Here in a coffee shop So close Yet so far from the world Coffee and people So very different Forced to live In silent harmony

Little Alice Sitting in a tea cup Swimming in a sea Of tea leaf prophecy Sinking into a Deceiving warmth Of false security A spider’s lullaby So sweet and comforting You could die And never know it Little Alice Takes a big breath And goes under She opens her eyes Peering through a Refracted world Where lines are blurred And everything shines Where you are Simply floating No heaviness here No weight Holding you down She blinks In slow motion As her hair floats A halo framing her face Little Alice Is weightless As her lungs Begin to ache But she still Stays under As her eyes Start to tear And her mind Begins to fog Here the world Is so beautiful Your souls only mirror She opens her mouth The last bubble escapes Floating to the surface For a moment it waits Just below the surface But then it pops A whisper escapes it But no one hears Little Alice Is sleeping In her little tea cup Peaceful and beautiful A sleeping angel As a sparrow lands Balancing on a line Between our world and the next On the tea cup’s rim Singing a tea leaf prophecy Of a water angel Not afraid to die Little Alice Was the brave one Who stood up in the end Took a look Into the abyss And jumped right in