Poem #7: Transcribing Scribbles

Promised not to bother you.
A Busy girl with stuff to do.
When I reach
You pull away,
But tell me things that lovers say.

A girl that I could call my friend.
But Things occurred we can't pretend
won't blur the lines
too far to mend.
Some things just break,
They will not bend. 

Poem #5: Transcribing Scribbles

I
See Him
Grins (Bitter)
(Nervous) Titter
Pyscho Sam (The Clown)
(Squirmy Gettin' Wormy)
Begins to Jerk and Jitter.
There is a serpent in his spine.
"He's fine, cause it happens all the time..."
Lost control with the flow, you can't let go;
Submitting to the serpent is a no go.
Inexplicably tricking me {i fall asleep}
Observing clusters of Galaxies so very Deep. 

Poem #4: Transcribing Scribbles

He runs into the woods.
Hoping that sadness can be sweat out
like a Toxin.
Dreaming that under the green canopy,
the weight of the world
cannot discern a human shoulder.

Praying to find something
that's never there, could not be there.
He wishes to get lost
Among the Silent, sulking giants
That watch and never speak.
Strong yet Passive:
They don't pray, they don't sleep, they don't hope.
Slow down and feel their roots.
A network underground
Grown with Time and Patience.

Spontaneously go inside the tree and walk a mile in shoes that never move.
Lips curl up into a grin like a seed sprouting unconsciously, and I walk out of the woods. 

Poem #3: Transcribing Scribbles

The tin can brain,
all crumpled and strained,
that's manned by the stooge
who's always to blame.

He cannot feel pain,
and he's never the same.
Because that which is free,
should never be chained. 

Poem #2: Transcribing Scribbles

I am gasping (you're not there)
I am grasping (you don't dare)
I am asking (you just stare)
You say I love you, I don't care.

It is empty, Ohhh so Empty.
Fuck a promise, that's just air.
But the real thing, yes the real thing
is Far too heavy for me to Bear.

And I give and I take.
But the sums don't add up.
Ive examined the volume,
of fluid in cups.
Spent far too much time
running thoughts through my head.
So I'll follow my heart:
While it Beats
I'm Not Dead.