questions--
I've never been particularly verbose
Or brilliant with wordplay,
But I'd like to try
And be honest.
When the stars fade in, as the sun falls
Do you think of me?
Does the dazzling light of Sirius remind you of me?
Or do I inspire thoughts of the extinguished stars,
Which have been dead for many years,
Yet still shine?
Am I the rug on which you step?
Or the rest on which you rest your arm?
Am I the disposable syringe? or am I
The most hated monstrosity.
to be passive--
I've lived my life habitually ineffectual,
Wholly apathetic to the twists and tidings
Of these turbulent waves.
They say I've got a smart brain
But the things I know
Never apply
When I need them the most.
I write in broken sentences
Because I cannot keep one chain of thought
Long enough to continue to
The next.
earthly desires--
I wish to forget vibrant forests,
The living water that flowed through those woodland streams.
I wish to forget the early sunshine
That fades to tri-colored dusk as the day wanes.
And why do I wish to forget the good?
So I could refresh my memory, on the joy of,
Simply living unafraid.