Crashing Into Reality

I saw the Monster in You

I saw the monster in you
It shows itself to only a few
It’s a shameful, ugly animal
Crawling from the depths of you, growing tall.
Casting dark shadows on who you are
In a slumber until it finds something to mar. 
From time to time I’ve seen it be 
But never could I imagine it would bare it’s teeth at me
But wounds and scars now grace my skin
We’ve lost all to your monster within. 

something I wrote last week. 

Under the Trees

Be cautious tonight when you step outside

The rain is falling softly and the wind is cold.

Please don’t stand under the trees. 

The rain falls harder there, in big fat drops. 

Maybe the storm will pass tonight as we sleep, 

or perhaps it will stay around, 

watching us maneuver ourselves, together, 

or apart, confused in the rainfall. 

But soon enough we can tuck rain boots away,

Lose the umbrellas again and the sun will shine.

We can sit under the tree’s shade then, 

until another storm moves in.

It’s 4:34 am

Voices carry down the hall.
I cannot tell if they are happy
or sad, or angry.
At this time, in this place,
it could be anything.
I am needing sleep.
But not nearly as much
as I need some orange juice. 
Strange things run through my mind
when it gets to be this late
-or early, I’m not sure- 
strange things run through my head.
Experiences, dreams, reflections, lunch
you. A long lost laugh, tomorrow’s course work.
I need sleep. 

Welcome Back

This home was empty.
Almost no news, and
even less contact.
I nearly forgot your touch.
The way your hands grasp me,
the way your eyes explore me.
I missed your easy laugh and 
your warmth next to me.
Fears that I might lose you.
But you wash them away.
You are here at last.
Older and aged, but no less
passionate and warming.
Hold me, forget the noises.
I won’t let you leave me. 

It’s a very interesting thing to be there for someone when they are upset. To hear pain in their voice, and feel helpless as they cry. You can only hope to console them. Tell them what little advice you can and hope they will see it will get better. And be there to hug them and hold them. Be thankful they let you in, and they let you lay with them, even though you still smell like hair dye, and it’s too hot to share a bed.

Excitement in the Air

This excitement is bulding up.
It’s rising and rising and
I can feel it envelope my everything.
But then there’s this other
Even more exciting excitement.
But it is false.
It creeps into my happiness
With hollow glee and
Steals hope, and
Recreates my fears.
I would prefer
The comfort of
sad reality to
This shining deceit.
At least, I know
that is real and true.
But I still hold on that maybe,
There is something
Behind that mask,
A sliver of truth to my
anticipated glory.

Order Up

Confident.
But this is so different
Facing the faceless
Who cares what the masses think?
It’s the ones who know me.
The ones who can read my facade
My gestures. Everything I wear on my sleeve,
Even my movements are a dead give away.
Not much to give away.
Just everything.
Maybe just maybe I’ll take a deep breath,
And serve myself up.
I’m afraid you may just be blood thirty,
Or even worse, already full.
I think I may do it,
What’s the worse that could happen?

Paused

I love that moment when we both stop to breathe.
Between the giggles and laughter.
During the pause in motion.
There is a sudden peace, 
We stop for a time-out to collect ourselves. 
A game we both love to play,
But we never speak of it.
The rush of our body movements still lingers around us,
And the only sound is our breathing,
Intertwined with each other in the silence.
I look into your eyes when these moments arise,
Hoping you might break the silence.
But then the game begins again
And what is unsaid remains.

Fifth and Final Poem

this is one of my more favorite of the poems I wrote for this assignment.


You are not perfect.
from afar you are the poster
of everything that I want.
But the closer I get,
I can see the tears in that portrait,
where you keep lies
and spew hatred.
The crinkled paper will not be fixed
by my tireless efforts
to smooth your edges.

I feel the shards of glass
where you shattered
the fragility of security and
comfort that surrounded us.

I am too close now.
I feel enchanted by
the same ways you led me here.
But these cuts ache,
and I cannot move
from this spot
in your destructive art.



i think this is the last one[saved the best for last? lol]. I will post 5 poems on Monday Eyes before Friday.

More Poem

this one could be titled “Dreams” btw most of my poems have no or very little rhyme patterns, but this on does!

Dreams of the future
Dreams of the past
Dreams of true love at last.

Dreams of the worst
Dreams of the best
Dreams that move
my heart in my chest.

Dreams of new hopes
Dreams of destructions
Dreams that express
my malfunctions.

Dreams at night
Dreams in the day
Dreams that wash it all away.

Dreams of reality
Dreams of how it seems
Dreams that I always dream.

Another Poem

ok heres another one of the poems im going to post:
I guess the title would be “This Room is So Blue”

This room is so blue.

I sit in this  corner,
just four walls, a wooden door
and even a small window.
But the walls are blue.
The door is heavy ad
the window is foggy.

This room is so blue.
I cannot open my eyes
for I fear finding myself
in the same lonely corner.

This room is so blue.
I try to cover the blue
with other colors and
pictures of change, and
hope, and happiness.
But the blue seeps in
through the cracks and spaces
and even I am not convinced.

This room is so blue.
with blinding white up so high
and the unknown below,
there is nowhere to go.
Will there ever be an escape?
Can someone ever change these colors?
This room is so blue.