If you could,
Please tell me,
what exactly is
Normalcy?
Every thing i do
Just to try and fit in.
And still it feels i will
Never win.
Chaos surrounding
weirdness abounding.
Too strange to be
Like the world around me.
Must fight to adhere
Show no signs
Of queer.
Bury the shame,
Act just the same,
Else you won’t be
Allowed near.
I have decided to share a poem from each of my volumes of poetry, including my w.i.p.
from A pocketful of poetry : Don’t blame me
from creative Juices : Creative Juices
From Sacks of Wit : Vibrations
From Word Play : Vocal
And lastly from my Wip….
Life Drops : Anxiety
Go find a wonderful poet and enjoy! Here is some of my favorite Poems and Poets.
There are many more, but these are some of my most favorite.
So busy hurrying along,
Simple pleasures lost and gone.
Forgotten toys,
broken and gone.
Same question all along.
Can we play,
and have some fun?
Can we laugh,
Jump and run?
Whimsy competes
with hope and dream,
Pushing us to all that we can be.
Weary and tired,
as life draws us to the bone
leaving us looking for
Relief and joy.
In the heart of the poet,
Each moment in time.
written in verse
both loose and light.
darkness ebbs with the mind,
An overwhelming heart bound tide.
Lyrics touching deep within
singing the song,
of souls adrift
comforting
warping.
setting the mind
free to dream,
free to believe.
Distant memory
of words spoken in rhyme,
Iambic measure, Rhythm and time.
Pushing boundaries
Just to feel alive.
here i sit uncertain and alone,
Planning uncertainty
for so little is known.
Hearing the negative,
so loud inside my head,
Tossing and turning.
can’t go to bed.
Those who should praise me
Do naught but to doubt,
Those who should see me,
For them i am not really around.
Invisible and struggling.
Sinking when I should swim,
The ocean of doubt crashes within
The struggle about
Just trying to begin.
I know better than to hear
The darkness within
I know i am better than I ever
possibly have been.
Yet in the loneliness,
Deep in the night,
That is when the voice within
is hardest to fight,
when no one is there
to help fight it off.
no one is there to remind you
of the cost
After midnight,
Staring out the window.
Softly drifting white,
Covering all within my sights.
Hesitant to enjoy
Such a coldly pretty view,
For fear of embracing
Even something new.
Soft snoring emanating
From yet a few feet away,
Reminding me only
Of tomorrow’s busy day.
Asleep, should i be
Not starting through
A quiet, cold night,
Wondering what i might
Begin to plan and make.
I know I should write,
Should create and
share my light.
I should tell my story
For all the world to hear.
Not today dear.
There is laundry
To wash, dry and fold.
There is blog entries
Left to be told.
Poetry I must
Write so well.
Social activity
To lessen my hell.
Not today dear,
Can’t you tell?
Today was just
A wee bit much,
So though there is
A lot of stuff
Requiring me to do….
Not today dear.
Blending in,
For now everyone
Has the traits
That used to mark me
As unique.
My idiosyncrasies
Are now community,
Nothing new or remarkable
In my mind today.
Was individual,
And even slightly weird,
Now everyone does
What i began.
So now i sit
And slightly sigh.
For looking around,
And dreaming that I
Could return to the time
When I was unique
Just once more.
Searching within,
Trying just to see
The worth in me.
Silencing the voice
Deep within
Telling me,
Each and every
One of the flaws
Lest i forget.
Some days it’s easier
Some days i fail.
Still each day
Awaken and arise
Each day i search.
Never giving in,
Never giving up.
Someday the voice
I will cease.
My own worth
I will see.
You see me
As internet celebrity,
With no sign of lifestyle
Truth in chains.
Not one person
Really knowing me,
Hidden behind an easy profile.
According to you,
Written with naught
But imagination and lies.
Could it be?
that it’s you who
doesn’t see?
Who does not know
The real me?
quietly hiding,
From what you never
Tried to see.
Deeply imbedded
Within us.
Pattimouse 