Mud(April 3, 2011)

Mud
April 3, 2011

gray dark sky,
and sun lit morn,
oh how the seasons go,
and the days flow.

you know where you are,
it’s all that you see,
like you’re stuck in mud,
you can’t find solid land.

left,
right,
hit a brick wall.

no where to see,
a new place to be,
because life is scrambled,
like an egg,
and you can’t see all the puzzle pieces.

the water is high,
you can’t breathe,
so overwhelmed in the middle of the sea.

the growing trees,
that mark the time,
the rings in the core,
count the days.

footprints from the mud,
drag on,
as the clock tells time,
and the road is fine.

Orchestrate My Heart(March 15, 2011)

Orchestrate My Heart
March 15, 2011

Orchestrate my heart,
let it sing,
play loud in your ears,
may it never cease.

Orchestrate my heart,
tie it with strings,
hold on to the notes
that form the words.

Orchestrate my heart,
each little beat,
make it yours to last,
don’t stop the piece.

Even if you stop listening,
it’ll continue to play,
you can’t pause this song,
it just beats on.

My friends I love you,
you are the inspiration,
to me,
for my orchestrating heart.

Time(March 11, 2011)

Time
March 11, 2011

Time passes slower than your heart,
slower than you could imagine,
when all you want is for time to hop.

Skip to a different time,
ahead of now,
after tomorrow.

Time should go fast,
like sleep,
it should feel like a snap.

But time is odd,
even when you think it’s slow,
you blink and yesterday goes.

So you wish yesterday didn’t seem like an hour,
and the days had never faded,
if only time was a snail.

Then you’d have more time,
to enjoy the day,
the one you wanted to quicken away.

Just a Dream(March 9, 2011)

Just a Dream
March 9, 2011

When the lights dim,
in the little room,
the tiny dream begins to seem,
so real in it’s blurred shapes,
that feel so there,
in front of your eyes,
so close you could never die.
When the clouds move,
from the shinning sphere,
the birds sing so loud,
the colors appear in a swirl,
so together it’s not true,
and the tile on the ground,
so smooth like a river’s rocky floor.
When the night is covered with sparkles,
the fear of someone chasing,
and running turns into flight,
to get anywhere near,
the thing you want,
the goal ahead,
far from the thing behind you,
chasing you,
the getaway.
When the lights come bright,
and the room becomes here,
you never left your bed,
the adventures around the world,
were just in your head,
felt so close,
so out of this world,
the confusion,
was it real,
or was it just a dream?

Story of my Life(November 23, 2009)

I found this with all my other poems.. I like it and don't know why I never posted it.

Story of my Life
November 23, 2009

Story of my life,
never being tall enough to ride this ride.
Stuck watching from the ground,
or the same old roller coaster ride.

Story of my life,
seeing your face,
then turn around it wasn't real.

You not here,
story of my life.

My life story isn't complete,
it isn't something that is laid out like a book.
If it were a book then there are words unwritten,
and a million pages missing.

Story of my life is not perfect.
It will never be written.
It is too complicated to explain.

The story of my life,
is my friends,
the ones here and gone.

Short story,
I ran out of paint,
Music can only help so much.

The Breeze Doth Blow in the Wind(February 21, 2011)

The Breeze Doth Blow in the Wind
February 21, 2011

The breeze doth blow in the wind,
the might of the storm begins its fight,
the sky is darkening gray,
as if night is nigh.

The howls of thunder,
the sparks of fright,
the leaves swarm in spite,
they are the only things moving in sight.

The bitter chill of light fleeing,
as the deserted earth begins to sway,
the disturbance grows with power greeting,
the twigs fly in the extreme whisper.

The down fall of rain,
the drenching of things,
the sorrowed sky releases its cry,
the sky falls like a turret aims and fires.

The beastly roar causes the world to listen,
as it is heard and heed taken,
the shelters try to stay right,
when every bit is shaken.

The storm goes over wanting never to end,
the unpleasant row of color mixed genius,
begins to leave the scene,
as the light shines through the gaps of shifting obscurity.

The breeze moves to another part,
and the clouds follow along,
and take the noises that don’t belong,
it becomes calm.

Finally in the clear,
the glow is near,
the sight that was taken,
begins to appear.

Oh Little Notes(February 18, 2011)

Oh Little Notes
February 18, 2011

Oh little notes where are you?
The letters to my words.
The color to my world.

The ingredients to my food.
The pixels to my picture.

When will you show?
I can’t see you in this place.
Or hear your grace.

Your little light to the room.
Your little glow in the night.

How many are you?
Are you coming soon?
I’d like to meet.

Oh little notes where are you?
The letters in my song.
The color of this piece.

The ingredients of this feast.
The pixels unique.

Oh little notes,
you’ll come eventually,
and I’ll write when you’ve arrived,
so I’ll never forget where you are.