a mess is best

Time to make rhymes,

and half rhymes,

about the things

that make me sigh

and light up my eyes.

 

 

Moments at dawn,

on a stranger’s lawn,

seeing things

that are not there.

Though I could have sworn

I saw

a shape with garments torn.

Leering from the past,

or the future?

Undoing my sutures.

Despite its presence,

it convinced me I was alone,

put cold in every bone.

Froze my tone

as I whispered to myself,

above the whipping breeze,

all the plans I had sewn

would hold tight.

A moment later

it was they might.

Then, they wouldn’t last the night.

 

 

Gee, it’s easy to scare me.

Put a music video on the TV,

murmur dark themes in my ear,

tell me secrets I don’t want to hear.

Celebrate the end of a year.

Stand me on a cliff

and tell me it’s better not to lift

off.
The landing has always been soft,

yet ever in view of the places I would break.

Now I’m in the clear

and you’ll never be mine to take

but I’d like to think

you’ll let me make it work.

You choose what’s good for your sake

and I’m happy to follow.

 

 

I feel less hollow

and less again tomorrow.

Something’s unfolding,

like a sapling learning

To keep growing.

I just need to find a way to keep holding

onto this.

 

 

There have been things I’ve missed

by choosing to wander through mist.

But it’s a good place

to go at my own pace.

And no one sees if I’ve misplaced

a thought

or not tied up my shoelace.

If they don’t see me stumble

trying to stay humble

then it’s easier not to crumble.

Am I nearing the peak

of what life means?

Around the corner

I can see everything I want

and have wanted to keep.

Is it deep?

Once I fill it up

will it seep away?

I hope it doesn’t go that way.

 

 

All we can do is try.

Things will work out

because hope is strong

and our will’s are stronger.

Once you realise there’s no reason not to be happy,

boy does a good feeling last longer.

ghost story

Houses stood black,

seemingly empty.

Quiet eerie structures

holding mysteries for me.

 

I walked in the dark

with my dog

and we saw things you wouldn’t believe.

There were shapes,

shapes only,

just around every corner.

They made sounds like rattlesnakes

and I didn’t know

what I should do.

Should I be scared,

should I be brave?

 

It was cold

and the town was old,

the town was old

and that all seemed to fit perfectly

with the nightmare we were in.

 

There was no wind,

the air was still.

I got the feeling that we weren’t on earth.

But where did we go

every time the sun went down

and all the normal people were never around?

Me and my dog, we just walked

but it took forever to get home.

 

Our steps crunched

and I looked down.

There were kitchen plates strewn everywhere.

We were breaking them,

we were cutting our feet

 

and I don’t know why.