Poems from some notebook . . .
I don't think I was intending on posting these poems. They are just in a notebook and I don't think I posted them before. It's just that my mom's stupid dog used the bathroom on the notebook, so I want to have them that I'm posting them. I know they may not be all that great. If you disagree, feel free to tell me.
Needing You
Must see underneath
the meaning of it all
not complete without You.
You can see my red veins
bleeding, crying out
"I'm lost. Father, I need You,
Now more than ever.:
I don't know what to do with myself.
I'm tangled in knots.,
not neatly like a spider web or a pretzel.
Those are of Your design, really.
I'm more like a shoelace
tied over and over by four-year-olds.
I tell others "Don't come near.
I'll rub off on you
leaving gray marks like a dirty eraser."
The puzzle can't be completed.
The edges are torn and jagged.
I don't come with instructions.
I'm not wash and wear
or wear and wash for that matter.
I need You, Your love, Your guidance.
Lead me - I'm forever Yours.
Impress
I've sailed the blue skies,
Raided the seven seas.
I've searched the brightness of the stars,
Captured blackness in my hand.
I've laid between the sky and grass
On the pink horizon.
I've done every impossible task, and yet -
I can't impress you.
Flapper
Cigar smoke, jazz.
1920s. Electric lights.
Buzzing downtown.
Shimmering sequins, flat chests.
Independence.
Untitled
Clang, clang, clang
Iron bell high on splintered wooded post.
Fraying, decayed
Needing You
Must see underneath
the meaning of it all
not complete without You.
You can see my red veins
bleeding, crying out
"I'm lost. Father, I need You,
Now more than ever.:
I don't know what to do with myself.
I'm tangled in knots.,
not neatly like a spider web or a pretzel.
Those are of Your design, really.
I'm more like a shoelace
tied over and over by four-year-olds.
I tell others "Don't come near.
I'll rub off on you
leaving gray marks like a dirty eraser."
The puzzle can't be completed.
The edges are torn and jagged.
I don't come with instructions.
I'm not wash and wear
or wear and wash for that matter.
I need You, Your love, Your guidance.
Lead me - I'm forever Yours.
Impress
I've sailed the blue skies,
Raided the seven seas.
I've searched the brightness of the stars,
Captured blackness in my hand.
I've laid between the sky and grass
On the pink horizon.
I've done every impossible task, and yet -
I can't impress you.
Flapper
Cigar smoke, jazz.
1920s. Electric lights.
Buzzing downtown.
Shimmering sequins, flat chests.
Independence.
Untitled
Clang, clang, clang
Iron bell high on splintered wooded post.
Fraying, decayed