Please just
Notice me
Without me screaming my soul
Out loud
All the time

_M

What does sadness mean?
        Are you sad?
       I think, I am.
      What’s your favorite color?
     Green, like moss on wood after a drizzle.
    Do you miss him?
       Yes.
   That’s sadness.
   Are you sad?

the letters form in my head
colliding to form words
but they don't make sense
and the page stays blank
just when I think I've got it
it wiggles out of my grasp
and writer's block wraps me
in its shackles

The words
I can say
What I can't express

The feelings I get
When someone
Or something
Makes me excited
Makes me want to tell others
I can no longer keep anything to myself
For now
I'm a talking machine

I'm giving people free vouchers for secrets
I'm simply giving and never taking
Talking to the wrong people
And these people
Are leaking my words everywhere

Now
Everything is biting me
Painfully

having joined the queue
at point of conception

the counting down began
getting ever closer to the ending

and what is this end
if not the beginning

it has always been
a journey into the unknowing.