A Collection, A Look Inside

Bubbles

Bubbles, you sad fish

No open water for you

This bowl is your home

Swimming contently

Everyday around and round

In your tiny bowl

You have found a friend

In that surfing ladybug

You’re not lonely now

You seem sad lately

Never happy to see me

Hiding in the back

Your vibrant color

Has been fading from your scales

Your energy gone

I found you floating

At the top of your fish bowl

Today after break

I miss you so much

When I see your empty bowl

Inside I’m dying

Balloons

Rolling hills, lush and green, going on for miles

Bright blue sky with plump white clouds, fluffy as marshmallows

Nothing obstructing the view except millions of colorful balloons

And when the sun hits each one, it’s like a kaleidoscope of colors and patterns

Dancing around on the ground, moving in and out of each other

They are floating in the sky but never so high as to lose sight of a single one

An Empty Room

Darkness, silence, but not completely

Light spills in the window from the hallway

Shining only as far as the darkness will let it

Green blinking light from the projector, unreliable

On and off, in and out, like breathes of air

The only sound coming from the radiator by the window

Past that, the outside world is full of life

But inside, there is only loneliness

A Rant

I want to scream at the top of my lungs

Because you only speak in tongues

You lie through your teeth

And you always find a way to get beneath

My skin to the point of no return

You never show me any concern

Why won’t you leave me alone?!

Stop calling and texting my phone

I really want you to disappear

But I know you will always be here

Untitled

I don’t know why I feel so alone in a room full of people

I’m getting inside my own head and overanalyzing everything

I’m acting out, rebelling, going against everything I’ve ever known

I want to feel free, if only for a second

Looking around at all the faces, trying to find a familiar one

All I can see are those same faces staring blankly back at me

They’re telling me to chill out, relax, but I can’t

It would be so easy to give in, let go

I take a long drag and feel my anxiety fall away slowly

The smoke is smooth as it hits my lungs

I look up to a see a hazy swirl where the light is suppose to be

I am floating above the crowd, free as a bird

All my worries lost in the mix

Then I hear your voice telling me to come back down

And I remember and reality comes rushing back

Refrigerator Poetry

your silhouette approaches in my dream

surreal to almost dazzle

electric imagination

make songs of empty beauty

why?