Sitting in a chair
Wasting a beautiful day
Sitting all alone
Bought a house but has no home
Lost in no thoughts
Until he saw a face
Until he saw her face
Tag: English poem
My Guardian Angel
I will find you a way out
(He promised)
I will find another way
This cruel life is not what was promised
This cruel life is not where I plan to stay
Soul trapped in a body
Forgetting it’s purpose and its “why”
Spirit overtaken by a television screen
Forgetting how to fly
Where?
I lost it, somewhere
Between parking lots
Traffic lights
And
TV screens
That magic I used to see, unaided
.
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Grandma’s chicken
“He’s… He’s like grandma’s chicken”
Lie
I am jealous of the screaming child
At the DMV line
His voice matching our frustration
And his anger is much like mine
But the years taught me to hide it
So I hide who I am
And he wonders why I fake it
When I was schooled to lie
I
I stop to wonder why
And what is behind the “I”
Face that I came to recognize
Stories built on lies
Then the waiter brings my drink
And I forget that I ever questioned the I
Offices
I find no comfort in the facts you give
The numbers of people dying
While some refuse to live
Adventures never taken
By free people, or so they say
Money is the reason
In these offices we stay
Lost Meaning
Then I scream
DON’T OVER THINK IT!
It’s just a dream
An empty thought that found its place
Refusing to let go of me
Ideas dying to be told, but I’m surrounded by deaf ears
So I scream
After all, no one will hear
The deafening silence within
(Poet’s often die unheard)
Scripts
The editing changed the meaning
Like Photoshop changed the girl
But this time no beauty was added
No
Not at all
And you lost the original
It’s on a napkin on a floor
In a bar that you hardly remember
From the night before
The Poet’s Dream
Ideas that take foreign shapes lead to restless sleep
He lays his head ignoring the ghosts of the undead
…
She posts a post on Facebook that no one understands
“Why’s she so weird? Who would like this post?” They whisper behind bright screens, reblogging ideas simple and plain
He dreams of knowing her name
That girl in the coffee shop that looks too shy
They dream, of someone knowing their name
(I’m writing this half asleep)
Stranger Paths 
