Senses

The music,
Playing softly through my speakers.
The TV,
Faint through the closed door.
My cat,
Scratching to be let in.
The squeak,
Of hinges as I oblige.
More scratching,
As she asks to be let out.
Again.
The brushing,
Of my hand against the paper,
The scraping,
Of the pen as I write these words.
My voice,
As I read them.
Out loud.

Lost (and Found)

A sign tacked to a door reads
“Lost and found.”
The words have been scrawled quickly, carelessly,
Unimportantly.
Almost as if their creator hadn’t cared for them much.
My hand rests on the thick wooden door.
My curiosity, of course, grabs hold of me
Opens the door, and pushes me inside.
I stumble into the bright, florescent lights
And take in my surroundings.
Shelves of broken hearts
Rows of friendships once strong
Boxes of torn teddy bears
Envelopes of notes passed with secrets,
All covered in a fine layer of dust.
But then I notice the walls.
The walls are covered, every inch, with pictures.
As I examine each, I expect their memories to return.
But they don’t.
I wait for a feeling of loss to set in.
But it doesn’t

So I step back, out of the door
Out of light’s reach
And continue on, in my dark

What I Saw

You blew me a kiss
From across the room
And in one moment
My train of thought
Crashed and burned.
The person I was talking to
Waved his hand in front of my face
“Hellooo? “
I shook my head.
“Um. I need to sit down.”
He looks at me, baffled.
And I walk away.
Just like that
Our summer
Comes back.
The weekend spent by the lakeside,
When we sat under the stars,
Making and dissecting s’mores.
When we laid on the beach, telling stories…
Our almost jet ski adventure.
Then, as fast as it began, summer was over
And so were we.

You blew me a kiss.
And it all came back.

Charm

What we seek and what we know
Are neither the same
So this I claim.

Release those secrets of time and space
and we will meet them face to face

Leaving thoughts of questions with confusions behind
To open now with a new mind

Knowledge is what we crave
It is our only desire
Grant it to us now
Before we tire

Lost & Found

I find there candy wrappers and mittens,

old homework and a small ring.

My everyday carelessnesses.

But then-

on the floor wistful dreams and hopes, their

little wings

all deflated and crumpled.

There is

one

by the window who begins to struggle anew,

rustling against the glass because I am here now and it

thinks maybe,

just maybe,

I will throw open the window so it might soar once more.

But I had forgotten this one

so long ago.

I can barely recognize it as my own.  In fact, I can barely see it at all.

Only

the blank sound of its fragile wings drumming on the glass 

seems real.  It's flickering, dancing so that there is

no hope

of ever catching hold.

It would make me sad 

except

I don't remember this one, not at all,

so I can't cry.

An experiment in being invisible

Drifting alone, I was my own secret and I smiled to

myself.  

No one saw.

I stood next to the window and I 

melted in.

There's a danger in this, being transformed.

It made my own hands fade 

away,

and suddenly I couldn't even see my knees, only hear,

listening so patiently

to my careful heartbeats, nearly deaf from the

singularity

of the sound.  I wondered

did the sun catch some piece of my soul on its way through, 

glinting, reminding the world.

The walls saw me, I'm sure.  I know because they told me.

They whispered,

"We see you.  Don't worry.  We 

know."

Help

Hey guys, my rant about my brother didnt turn out so well, so I decided to do one on what our young generation is becoming. So if anyone has any suggestions, I could use a little help :]