My life. In a poem.

There’s a streetlamp in my backyard
Next to a stop sign in my garden
Warning me
Day in, day out
You’re not ready,
Don’t face what doesn’t have eyes.
My door hinge is a siren
Excitingly ringing at every departure.
A call from the depths,
Deaf helping the hearing
By cryptic fashion.
The knob on my door
Shocks me at every touch
Reminding me,
You’re in for salt on a fresh wound.
Good thing,
I’m at peace in the ocean.

End of my freshman year in college. It's been an adventure. But I'm ready for the next chapter.

S.O.S

Eating my cereal

Alone in the foyer

I try to spark a conversation

With the girl on the milk carton.

I wonder if she feels as

Empty as her paper face.

If I was her

I'd enjoy two dimension,

A second glance reveals

This black and white photo

Is more than a lost spirit

It's a mirror

And a worst enemy.

Vhat?

Not much on the horizon
Yet, a future sprouts quietly below.
Confusion stirring within my heart
Arguments crash between each beat.
I can relax after realizing,
In the end
I judge this trial.
Maybe life is like a board game
The kind with pieces that go missing.
Too many people unwarily playing
An undeclared winner
A loser in denial.
I’ll curl up in my sheets
If that makes me feel safer.
I’ll do whatever it takes
To feel a little closer
To that house we call home.

This is probably my favorite picture of me.

Anyways...

I'm a confused soul

Running through a maze

Made of strict spirits

Pushing and pulling

To and fro.

Let me be

I know who I am

I don't want your judgement

It's all unnecessary

For in the end

Everything repeats itself

My life never fails

To be predictable

I'm never surprised

For every moment has been lived before

Just in a different time

And a different place.

Oh, society.

Vinyl debt spinning
Round and Round
Lead pipes shine
On each side of my chest
Masking the presence
Of a tin man’s dense heart
Or maybe
Eternity really is hollow
Closet freaks squeeze
Through kitty doors
Fake bronzer leaks
Out of sight, out of soul
Pitter-patter runs the elephant
Miming a mouse
For he is a fool
Leaves, snow, grass
Crunching beneath trots
A leather-bound concept
Defying nature
Like everybody surrounding Her
A useless struggle
Generation after mental discovery
Sewing threads in the gloves
Temporarily holding
A basket filled with time.