Monthly Archives: January 2013

Wind chimes in the morning

Wind chimes in the morning,
My room fills with light.
I take a deep breath,
Early morning sigh.

I’m not really awake,
I don’t feel alive,
Until the water on my face
Brings me back to life.

Traffic in the afternoon,
This blurry, shifting place.
I gaze into the sky and dream,
I wish that I were fake.

I sit behind the wheel,
But I am really somewhere else.
I am in a world of love,
That I will never tell.

TV in the evening,
A dull and dreadful buzz
Pushing me to longingly
Wish I never was.

The long walk out to sleep,
A losing proposition–you
want to stop the commotion
In your head, but listen–to

Wind chimes in the morning,
Someday I will see
Nothing ever changes and
I will never sleep.

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Singing the Blues

I tell
Myself
I lost it all,
Dropped the ball.
So I don’t get
Emptiness
Taking
Everything away from me

I
Might be afraid
To die
That ain’t gonna make
My life
Worth any less.
And I’ll
Be singing the blues
For you.

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Being Sad

Being sad
Doesn’t have to be
The worst thing in the world.
If other people see me
And they know me
And feel the need to show me
I should smile,
It shouldn’t make me mad.

Being sad
Sometimes is needed,
Feeling so defeated
Makes victory taste
Sweeter tomorrow.

Being sad
Feels awful when
There isn’t any end
In sight, and you stay awake
All night, and you wonder what makes
Your life turn around.

Being sad
Is temporary,
As most emotions tend to be.
So I tell myself,
I will be well,
And don’t feel so bad
About being sad
Today.

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Old

I know I am old
The time I wasted
Figuring out my role
Cannot make it
Any easier to
Fade away

I know I will go
My home is not home
For long, although
I won’t be alone
When you follow my
Footprints here

I know I am worn
Breaking down slowly
Years ago I’d sworn
Nobody could know me
I’ve never been happier
To be wrong

I know I am old
Even in youth
Time wears on the soul
Time conceals the truth
In my old age
I am free

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