thirty five turns of the sun lingers on my horizon mind floats why am I? how am I? it's dark in here im hiding under the bed my eyes are shut and i feel... yeah... i was going to be a cartoonist i was going to be a traveller i was going to be a creator i was going to be have you ever done those quizzes things to do before insert an age or die the internet says know the glue can come undone know not all hearts beat together know your friends have your back know it's okay to go off track know thirty five turns of the sun i'm playing the game and i'm far from done.
NaPoWriMo 1/30 – Secret Pleasure
Drifting to the line beyond the water
Impossible, screams “I am possible”
Surfing and surviving the crushing waves
Never letting go, it’s incredible
Eternal souls uplift my ageing heart
Years of friendship, we will never be apart.
What have you been up to since high school?
I’ve been doing that thing called learning.
Every day I have begun again.
My life is like a candle burning.
In the fires, I have found my Zen.
I live in a world filled with anarchy.
I have battled the front lines of darkness.
I have stood with my friends in unity.
I have fought to bring back their sparkle.
I have studied Durkheim, Weber and Jung.
Travelled the world with Mr Bryson.
Found Shakespeare in a crowded room
and Chesterton in darkest London.
I’ve climbed atop Arthurs Seat (Scotland),
and rode a plastic cart down the Great Wall.
I’ve drunk Champagne on the banks of the Seine
and got lost in a Kowloon mall.
I’ve driven along Australian highways
in my beautiful Red Capri,
I’ve swum about Port Phillip Bay
and watched the stars on the drive to Sydney.
I’ve felt the emptiness of waiting rooms
and drunk coffee that tastes like piss
I’ve felt the skies roar with thunderous booms
peace and miracles are my Christmas wish.
I’ve worn different characters and costumes,
they have called me Chum, Alice and Red.
The weirdest one was in a ballroom,
and like Cinderella, I danced and fled.
I have laughed until I’m blinded by tears,
and cried till I couldn’t breath
moments made memories through the years
of my friends, my family and me.
What have I been doing since high school?
Well, simply put, it’s just like this
I’ve been playing the game, learning the rules,
creating memories to reminisce.
An Untitled Life
I like to live the way I want to live
in my own company, completely free.
My choices. I don’t ask you to forgive
coz I only answer to one person. Me.
I’ve been cleaning out yesterdays wardrobe,
my boots and pack are asleep on the shelf
neighbours to treasures from across the globe
above the costumes, that make me myself.
I bought sunflowers because they make me smile.
I have Frankie for when I want to escape.
My Sharpies are defenders of my creative trials
as I colour the pieces of my landscape.
My Chinese lanterns hang over Big Ben,
reflecting my memories of magical Earth,
collection of moments; who, what and when,
my friends as I descend, from birth to hearse.
Composed upon a hill
Breathing out my thoughts,
words formed upon Queenstown Hill;
“I am. I am here”.
long before the beginning
my road keeps growing.
Moments, I can
say goodbye to past me
just remember to breath.
Benches are made for rest
as I ascend the valley
dodging the boulders.
An iron gate creaks open
I follow ancient steps
in the winter chill.
The road changes
from forest to jagged rocks
the mountains are my compass.
The sun will keep time moving
but forever will wait
it’s just another moment
it’s just another story
it’s just my journey.
NaPoWriMo Guest Post – “The Student”
Today I am featuring a guest post from a closet-poet @kazooey13
I’m looking at a book that I’m supposed to read,
But my mind keeps wandering away.
Though I turn the pages over and over,
Words are refusing to stay.
My mind races. How many hours has it been?
Since I began this futile foray.
I sigh. There is nothing more can be done.
I guess I’ll be bullshitting my way.
Written for R U Okay Day 2015
I started writing this weeks ago for R U Okay Day but forgot to post as I got distracted with life. But here it is. Better late than never…
in my thoughts
has been caught
as a silver lining
the curtains veil
my weary eyes
this lead weight smile
my only disguise
people keep asking
It is what it is.
Every day my thoughts
climb this wall
heeding to the worldly call
A soldier must never fall
Every day, the same old game
screaming silently in mental pain
the heart is beating
the lungs are breathing
but the thoughts want to blame
the suffocating shame
of the toxic enemy
haunting this brain.
You’re bird shit on my window
every day, I don’t see you
but if you left, I’d miss you.
You’re a cloud around my dreams
try as I might, I can’t see
how you could possibly be.
You’re the abstract on my wall
images painting the clues
can’t you see my, your, our truth.
You’re a voice drawn on my phone
speaking words I cannot hear
I just don’t care – that’s my fear.
I’m the unicorn you wanted
I’m creative and I flaunt it
I’m screaming for you… can you hear it!
white noise mornings
I’m a bi-racial unicorn
just living life and going strong.
I got my non-fat-mocha-latte
a pick me up from last nights party.
Morning time is always buzzin’
social media all a fussin’
Way up North the earth is shaking
Way down South they’re all a baking.
Mr Z has spoken honest words
two links up from the dying birds.
Mysteries showed on a foreign shore
but that was it, they say no more.
Sports fans are afraid to boo
just in case the media shoot
no need for questions, no need for why
that’s there story, don’t bother to cry.
It’s all white noise in my ears
propoganda, sensationalist fear.
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