So this poem came from me looking at how I function in a group. I'm inherently a quiet person, but I'm more than happy to talk if I feel I can offer something to the conversation, but quite often I feel like the first line, just there, observing. Especially with people that have recently joined my life, and I don't mean it in a bad way, as I know there is no way I could contribute to years of peoples past or knowledge of their homes, I wasn't there, I didn't know them, and I'm fine with that. I quite like just listening. A silent observer From over the edges of torn sheets Keep to the daylight To the peripheral shadows at the edges of your eyes Just wanting to see Not to be Happy to listen And speak within Hiding in plain sight They can all see But not comprehend Or recognise The distance between The distance within Steal yourself from the participation You have nothing to offer So just hover And exist in front of their eyes But at the back of their minds
I should preface this by saying I'm not sure that it's finished, but I like where it's at and I don't like having to force more words, so it's done for the moment. I learnt to walk, By following the goat on the mountain side. I learnt to see, By watching the hawk high overhead. I learnt to hear, By listening to the lone coyotes howl. I learnt to speak, By talking to the trees. I learnt touch, By floating in the ocean. I learnt of you, By forgetting everything.
Still waiting. The entertainment Has long since dried up The beast The man The boy We sit We wait Always we wait Forever so it seems. We wait. No ticket No number Just the cold, hard, plastic Of our chairs And the bright, fluorescence, hanging overhead. In walks another Dressed brightly With a smile painted upon his face Does he represent another side? Or is this one wholly separate? The jester sits In front of the three: The boy The man The beast. He sits And he asks
Blue meets blue And I stare Enamoured By the joining of the two
I'm gonna do it I've gotta do it Maybe it'll mean I can start over I can become new again Because how can one so young Fuck up so much I've lost the love I've lost the respect The hope The trust The dreams The tears nestled in between the screams I hope no one ever finds out But I want them all to know I made a mistake This is who I am But I will atone I promise You'll see You'll see It'll never happen again You'll see Just believe me Please No This can't happen There can be no Continuation From this point on From here on out There will be No More I found you Now I plead Come sweet edge And find your place Drink deeply And take me home Please Take me away Because I took something And now I pay
Lo, does the world not shift and move,
When you release your focus,
Do the plates not slide,
When you stop,
Does it not bubble, blister and wave,
Eluding to something behind that fragile curtain,
Do you see their trails,
Is it you who holds your own reality.
Little fingers never waited So long To be waited Upon Had to weigh out some Gold, or was it silver That had a lighter weight I can't wait for the answer Now that they're waited They can move faster But that's only after They've waited to have The weight lifted To become weight-less
I stand and lean
Against
Ancient granite.
Ancient by the standards of my short life.
Another waits a stride away
Seems this is the place.
Who knows how many have done this
Who knows how many will after I'm gone.
She takes a step closer
And fixes her eyes my way
I look up and smile
She's looking past me
Which I'm glad of
This is a time of leaning
Not of interaction.
She takes a step closer
Still looking past me
We wait together
Though entirely separately.
I reflect as I write
And watch the people pass by In this cool, clammy heat.
There's no message here
Just narration.
Too much duvet In the way Thinkings not allowed We're closed The mind opens at 10 Come back then Wait outside if ya have to Just don't expect any Privileges for being keen Sharp as a stone The mind opens at 10 On The Dot Just five minutes more Just five Minutes more
I make people burn Apparently And shake Shake down Through You? It could have been you It could Still Be Still Tonight Just watch the light From a million years ago Gently illuminate The face of the moon Brightening your eyes As the ground you stand on flies Through nothing But this is our everything It's all.
"I am the sea at night."All works by me unless stated otherwise.
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