Shedding Skin

9 to 5

people telling

me what to do

followed by

a few hours

of mindless rest

before I start

it all again

I've come

to realize

I wasn't really

ever meant

for this

I Need No Wise Men For This One

I find

moments of

unexpected

laughter

greater

than any

truth

which has

ever been

written

Just Another Day

daydreaming

in iambic

pentameter

thinking

in rhyme

trying to sleep

while counting

syllables

instead of

sheep

dreams filled with

metaphors

and similes

sprawled across

these sheets

of paper

All of this

goes on

every single day

parading

through my

head

Every Sunday I Used To Sit And Listen

I cannot stand

to watch a man

sprew forth

what I believe

with his own

tainted

tongue

his hate

his ignorance

his personal war

on what he doesn't

understand

Oh how lost

I feel

when I see him

emphasizing

in his speech

what he holds true

and denouncing

everything

in this holy war

just for him

slowly turning

us all into

his collective

that is why

I'm sad to say

I cannot stand

to go to church

anymore

I can't even sit

in the back

like I once did

for so many years

because even now

when I go

I see how

so many

have forgotten

what it is to love

teach

learn

and listen

because now

they only know

what it is

to hate

When Friends Become Strangers

3 words

filling

an entire page

six sounds fine

5 words

replied

I will see you there

and things

can never be

the same

Such Is Life And Obligations

On nights like these

I only wish to dream

with all these words

which circle my head

but every good slumber

comes to an end

especially when your enjoying

the best part of anything

something always

never fails

to wake you

up

Education Is A Must!

make sure you go to school

to do the things

you love

it makes for a happier life

in the long run

so why am I there?

attending school

when I always wish

I can be here

doing the one thing

I truly love

There Are Things Far Worse Than Lost Keys

I can feel it there

but I never

seem to find it

when I'm looking

all about

for that thing

shines above

all the rambling

in my head

I catch glimpses

of where I

must have

placed it

but alas

these things

are always

so messy

and under

pillows

covers

clothes

papers

and I'll search

again

and again

thinking maybe

just maybe it will

be here

this time

and sometimes

it is

and I can

continue

I Can Feel It But I Never Seem To Find It

Every time

I read a poem

I wrote in the past

I remember

how close I came

to catching

something which

always seems

to just slightly

escape my

grasp

Success Is Measured In A Smile

what does it take

to be a successful writers?

does it take money?

well, I don't really

have any

I live in an apartment

surrounded by

other apartments

and I can barely afford

to pay the rent

Maybe it takes recognition?

I don't have that either

I'm afraid

once in high school

a teacher did ask

if I would let her

publish

one poem which

ultimately was never

really read too much

and I'm pretty sure

I got some bruises

for being a "fag"

for what I wrote

Oh well I guess

I've heard it might take

intellect?

well I can tell you

right now

if that's the case

I'm screwed

I never received any

scholarships

for being at the bottom

of my class

I can't even remember

where to place a comma

and I'd utterly fail

at pointing out

how to use a semicolon

maybe there?

maybe here?

Yeah that's right

I have no idea

Well, I'm not too sure

what really makes

a successful writer

I guess you'd have to

answer that one

for me

But what I can tell you

is while I sit here

in my cramped apartment

with no money

or any idea

at what I'm doing

typing to people

who don't care

to listen

I find

I'm the happiest

I've ever been

and I can't help

but smile

Writing

to love Writing

to truly love her

with a passion

much greater

than just

a fancy

will always end

in heart ache

for Writing

she has no

soul mate

but instead goes

from one to another

delighted by

their pens

which slowly

trickle down

like fingers

on the back

of a lover

to love Writing

is to be mad

with jelousy

because everyone

wants to use her

in one way

or another

for pleasure

money

or personal

gain

and all the while

you must sit there

powerless

to save her

from this

abuse

to love Writing

is to realize

she will never be

faithful

and will often

abandon you

when you need

her the most

ultimately though

when you truly love

Writing

even with

all her faults

and failures

you will find

that you two

both appreciate

what you have

and you'll realize

that you both

understand

what it is

to just have

each other

I'd Rather Welcome A Nightmare!

Tonight

I am angry

that these

letters

WORDS

SENTENCES

P A G E S

will not

let me in