Rough Draft [10.2.08]

My personal thoughts
being sized down
to your likes
restraining my personality
for your appreciation
I can't define your worth
I'm not God
I can't judge you
But I'm not stupid
(you see) I thought if I was
creative with my words or
made myself "sound" smarter
You'd feel respected
(but no .)
To say what I want to say
like this
You can't judge me either
I write solely for the purpose
of being heard
Maybe not by you
even though you're the reason
why I write
The reason why
I choose to do what I do
act the way I do
write the way I do
and speak the way I do
(so what's that?) <-
Are you still making me <- still needs work .
feel inferior to who I am?! <-
You invite others in so softly ,
generously , kindly
yet with me?
You stop me before I can finish
and critique me in every aspect
I don't always speak big words
I don't always make sense
and I don't always voice my thoughts
and opinions when I have them
Yet you look down on me
And still I look up to you
No longer will I place my
insecurities on your shoulders
Cause' if I said I was willing
I'd want you to be willing too
My words are me
and even though I don't
write like him or her
I live for more than
the moment
My poetry is me in every
way
You are poetry
You inspire me to be who I am
and still more
You were here when I started
and will be there when I end
So even though I created you
YOU created
me ..

Translucent Eyes [10.4.08]

Stripped & exposed entirely
My thoughts & feelings
are held in your hands

Vulnerable to your quality of opinion
Your mind captivates me
completely ..

My thoughts & actions
are processed through
your facts

My heart bows down to you
As you watch observantly
pouncing to every fine detail

Let go of the leash you
know you hold ..
for I grow weary
of rebellion & constraint

A flower I thought
was withering
all of a sudden has the
roots of a tree

Can the fire I hear in your heart
show through your apathetic eyes?
cause' I'm longing for the passion
I know dwells in you

I'm almost alive in your voice
& somehow I assumed that
was where I lived
The book I thought I read
now remains a mystery
.. only to me

Someday all the answers
you thought you knew
will be questions in the wind ..

Paper Wind [10.10.08]

Words on paper
Slowly churning and twisting
unfolding ..
to be more than
what is expected
to the idea of
that solution

The paper blows
steady in the wind
Growing & growing
faster & faster

Again paper under words
slowly unfolding twisting and churning
while educating
the lesser half
of the uncompleted
whole truth

Round & round
the wind turns
Growing & growing
faster & faster

The paper & the words
combined to be more
But in comparison to
NONE
with a reputation of what
it makes it out to be

They make or break the wind
Either way its always
Growing & growing
faster & faster ..