Below are three poems I have written.
The Thief
The thief lurks in the day, contrary to most of its kind,
Takes what it wants, but is not solipsistic in its own mind.
The thief offers what it has, without being the leader of its clique,
But takes more than it offers, making our wallets sick.
The thief takes our time, but offers knowledge,
Quietly swipes our dimes, but when confronted won't acknowledge.
The thief is ever evolving in the society that is today... for remaining parallel is in fact the only way.
The way to corrupt, the way to co-exist, the way to distort what is the truth.
Keep your wallet in your front left pocket, or the thief May take from you.
A beautiful ray of sunshine, roaring into my bedroom,
Biking and soaking the weather in all afternoon.
Can you hear the birds and insects putting on their own little choir?
Drugs? Never done them, but I've never been higher.
Embarking on hikes, from Stoney Creek to Hocking Hills,
Freeing my mind of all things that make the word ill.
Glistening brown eyes, from a girl I sit with for a while,
Hovering over that pretty little smile.
Immersing myself in tales and bonfire stories,
Jumping and laughing without any worries.
Keeping sunscreen on to stop from burning.
Loading a yeti for a nice day out on the lake,
Maximizing my grip on the water skis, trying to ride the wake.
Naming constellations, staring at a star-filled sky,
One can only guess how many there are, count them, I dare you to try.
Patriotism is its highest during the first week of July,
Quadrupling our love for the country, as fireworks of all colors are shot before our eyes.
Ready to tee off, no longer an underclassmen…
Slicing my drive, there I go again,
That's alright I'll gladly take the mulligan.
Uncovering my true self, for it’s the only season that allows for such time.
Venturing towards too much fun may be my only crime.
What a season, it deserves its own dictionary,
Xenagogy of summer, sounds like a triumphant mystery.
Yearning for more as summer comes to an end,
Zooming right on by, until next time my friend.
The Walls
Trapped inside my mind,
These walls close in from behind.
Having visions of what could have been,
As I lay awake throwing away any sense that could have been made.
Especially since I did everything right, didn't even leave anything to lose.
I need to find a bud of light for the situation, but I'm not talking booze.
I need answers to justify to myself what has occurred.
The walls take one more step and my vision is blurred.
Now I see anger, I see resentment, I see scorn. My heart is torn.
I try to analyze what has happened and how it came to be,
But the clock strikes another low number and these walls continue to cave on me.
I wish I could tell them to go, tell them to leave, tell them I've had enough.
They whisper in my ear and poke at my pride not caring that I've had it rough.
These walls know I'm down and proceed to kick me at me worst.
I lay awake taking the abuse. And if the walls vanish I will be lifted from the curse. But until then my soul shall stay confused.
