Poems from BlueSkiesSmiling
Writing is a scandalous psychologist.
It leaves me slightly better each time I leave his office,
but he keeps prescribing more and more...
I was staring at the reflection of the sun in the lake
Thinking it was the sky
Wondering why
The clouds all shook like they were nervous...
So I told the cream colored dishwasher from the eighties that was slumped in the corner of my kitchen,
“I know how you feel...
I know how...
I don't want to be here
I don't want to be here!
I DON'T WANNT BE HERE!
Oh.. Hey, everyone... Sorry.
No, it's not you
It's just stages...
I hate to be so cliche
But when I veer off the path
Carved by centuries of poets before me
When I sift through my mind
Searching for...