Poetry

Working together.

Building together.

Being together.

Are we together?

Or am I living in a fantasy world?

Dissolve instantly

into nothingness

yet still has volume

to fill you up.

Tell me directly

what you want.

If you hint I may not get it,

or worse I’ll ignore it.

Ask me or tell me what you want.

I have trouble with ambiguity.

Standing a room with no floor.

We built so high.

Up to the sky, sky.

Don’t you dare look down.

You might see you are further away from the top each second you fall.

The milk is on the floor.

The water swirls down the drain.

Juice leaks through the cracks.

A pot boils over.

Exploding soda can.

My life feels like I am one paper towel trying to clean this all up.

Happy endings are unreal.

Fairytales were warnings.

Life is unfair.

Open eyes don’t prevent tragedy.

You usually just see it coming sooner.

Motivation is hard to drive up.

Momentum then loses control.

Emotions fluctuate.

Changes become harder.

Life is unfair.

I lose.

The thought comes quickly.

A rhyme forms in my head.

That would be an excellent poem.

Sitting down,

Pen on paper…

The thought has unformed and I realize

I can not hold onto thoughts that have no meaning.

No going up.

Fight to not go down.

Comfortable in the middle.

Jump into traffic.

Noise pollution goes away.

On the edges.

Never seen.

Sometimes acknowledged.

Rarely heard.

Quietly discussed.

De ja vue all over again.

Even with spelling mistakes.