Poetic Speech

Alone a page flew from door to door| Gliding by the force in the hands of the wind| Direction in the Guidance of its lead| A blank page with nothing to read| Quickly embraced the language of the scenery| Remembrance became the depiction of its ink| The lines began to fill as it blew further past| The rain emerged as its demise| Soaked| The words dissolved| The ink dissipating out towards the open air|

When the nonsense goes is when the conscience grows| Obscure in the emptiness of nothing| A dark hole with no hope| Dwindling with the closing door| A crack in the middle| Sprout a light of hope| The light grew| Isolating the dark with scenes of grey| Absent from the remote land| A screaming voice Utters| The noise to block the sound from the sun| The voices uniting into one loud screech| Misplaced was the microphone| Unplugged to dismiss the surrounding sounds| The pounds the weight carried to bury the noise| Today sees the time| Tomorrow shows the minutes| Next week tells the days| A Rusted crown on the head of a clown laughing| From the outside of the hole| That dark void| Singing with a menacing tone| His throat clogged in a patterned noise| -This poem was originally longer, but I had to break it down. Because i didn't want you all to be lost. My brain works in strange ways, and i get all these ideas that pop into my head all at ...

They said that if I continued to show my mind's growth| The expansion would exceed the interior into the exterior| And expose to everyone outside my mind| The thoughts and voices once excluded from the outside| Secluded inside| The noises once trapped in a maze| The display of the visuals carried those outside to awe and amaze|

A sonnet for the description in the feeling you bring| The breathtaking release your presence beseech| I extend this arm to open my hand in search of the gift| The gift of you by my side| My arm wrapped around your shoulders| Together we intertwine to enter each other's mind| I've longed and search for the better part of me| knowing you complete the missing piece| I stand in awe of the gleam in your eyes| Such warmth| The captivating stare that sucked my soul away| Into your heart is where I wish to reside| Let us ride the clouds until the night is shown| Then hop along the stars| With you is where my thoughts travel into the vision of your beauty| Your smile freezes that moment in time| In which I wish to relive minute after minute| You make the days seem endless| My love for you has grown further the more you speak| Let us sit and just listen| As no words could express the emotions you inspire|

I'm not as new as you might think| I've been in the back of the class| Just sitting and listening| Perhaps one day get the courage to stand up| Raise my hand| Or move closer to the front of the class| I've stared at the board and contemplated all the answers to the problems| I'm not as new as you might think| I saw the play from the back row| Hiding in the dark| Watching the plot unfold| The actors play their role| The settings switch| The stains soaked in bleach| The roses being thrown| The expressions manipulated| The smiles twitching as the play begins to grow| I'm not as new as you might think| I was the last person standing in line| Waiting for days for the chance to capture the object of my affection| The joys a shot at the prize can bring| The chance to move along until I'm the person leading the line|