Flowing

On occasion I allow myself the indulgence of an hour of writing really bad poetry. I believe it's a barometer of sorts for the soul. If that is true, I think I'm in trouble. Below is my hour's worth of verse, unedited.

Homeless

I had a dream once.
I can not remember what it was.
I was destined to be someone important.
My grandmother was convinced of it.

I had a life once.
I can remember now how it felt
To awaken each dawn in my own bed;
To look forward to the coming day.

The Sinner and Saint are one in the same
Two sides of a coin on the streets.
So far from where I started
My life is now unrecognizable to me.

She shields her face from the overhead light.
Her eyes plead for dark night to come.
She curls her body, hugging her knees.
Time stops. It's Seven O'clock.

When morning breaks, she starts her routine.
Grateful for something to do.
She washes and combs, then hops on the bus.
Going nowhere until she returns.

Things could have been different.
She knows that now. Revelation coming too late.
She would give everything to return to that day,
Armed with the knowledge of her future fate.


Trying Too Hard

Trying too hard to be seen
Makes her invisible.
Trying too hard to be heard
Silences her voice.
Trying to impress him
Makes her seem desperate.

Such a pretty girl.
Why does she sell herself short?

He's clearly bored.
At what point did she lose him?

Creating

Words stack up eager to make their way to the page,
Arranging and rearranging themselves.
A story reveals itself to me.
It was there for the taking, I merely write it down.
Did I create it or did it create me?

The Dead

The names of the dead dance across my mind.
A funeral procession with no end.
I cover my eyes like a frightened child
To erase their faces.
But it's no use.
Their eyes stare back at me in the mirror.
A tear escapes and I don't know if it's mine
Or theirs.

Black Hole

Heart in hand I approach.
His eyes sparkle and the sadness is almost masked.
I stare through them to the emptiness.
Eager to fill the gaping hole, I give all I have.
Inexplicably, it makes the hole bigger.
Physics has no place in this matter.