AM - Hello Poetry

AM May 2013

I walk the path of life
Looking for an out
An obscure trail perhaps
A detour
The kind you encounter and imagine
That some hiker who came before you
Became impatient with the beaten path
And carved his own out of the
Thick tangle of branches

But the harder I search
The less defined the path underfoot becomes
And I realize
My life is not yet a path
But a forrest
And I choose the pattern
It makes in the trees

AM May 2013

Nostalgia (10 w)

Your eyes are oceans
And I'm drowning
In our memories

AM May 2013

Smoke

Am I really so unhappy
That I feel the need to fill my lungs with
Poison
Just for the ephemeral pleasure
Of watching as tendrils of smoke
Dance

AM May 2013

Monotony killed the cat

Today I sat in class
Watching the clock tick towards three,
Filling my mind with fantasies
Of where I'd rather be
And thinking
I'm fed up with reality

Yes, I need change
My conscious mind agrees

I've grown tired of the same old faces
The same old routines
The same old places

But
I think
If I could be happy as easily
As moving around my schedule
Wouldn't I just
be?

It was in that moment
I begun to see
I'm just tired
Of being me

I don't rhyme often, so I'm not sure if this sounds any good
Also the whole poem does not rhyme and is not meant to

AM May 2013

I'm sorry

Thank you for loving me
And I'm sorry that I cannot do the same
For I seldom express my love
And am only capable of causing pain

AM May 2013

Unshed

I feel a familiar stinging
As my emotions flood to the corners of my eyes
And threaten to jump

My vision blurs
And I know
The people around me
Must be staring
Reading every word my
Sorrowful face conveys
Watching the outline of my jaw
As I try to stop it from quivering
Tracing the pain
In the red lines appearing in my eyes

I swallow hard

Do not show weakness
Do not show pain
Smile, darling

My throat aches
I'm so
Tired
Of holding back the salty oceans in my eyes
Tired
Of silencing my pain
And tucking it deep inside
Tired
Of unshed tears
And unspoken sorrow

So as I sit alone
Surrounded by strangers
On the train ride home
I weep

AM May 2013

Youth

I miss the times when
Playground slides grazed the clouds
Teddy bears could talk
And crayons created masterpieces

Why try to grow up so fast
When youth
Is so magical