restlessness
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I unlock and open my front door,
Throw my shirt and bra on the floor,
Replace my pants with pajama shorts,
Slip into one of my oversized t-shirts,
Cuddle up under my covers and sheets,
My lashes cast off a bitter spell;my nails have bled – dripping with everycolorless sob,when I brushed them through the sunlit clouds . . .Where I was born under the rose bushes soil --
I’m quite offended
by a tree that refuses to grow.
Placed squarely in the midst of a quiet caricature
that hangs, framed, in this rigid life,
as the singular people travel their chosen axes.
I wear my restlessness
Beneath my eyes
I am restless
Restless from heartache
Watching my loved ones fade away
And letting others do me wromg
Restless because I am afraid
The mind races
millions of thoughts
as the moon rises--
questions unanswered--
curiosity.
Energy exists
where energy is naught--
adrenaline rush.
So many things to do
5 am in June
There is something romantic
About 5 am
In June
The night is not over
But it is not quite
Day
The sun
Is trying to wake up
As the birds
Shelter disdainful epiphanies behind latched heart
For pity to sneakily evaporate
And emotions grow painfully tart
To mediate the dormant desire into blossomed state.
Drag Restless on her knees;
A pungent aroma of pencils
Crisp crackle of paper
Small talk by the lockers
Deafens us to sweet summer’s tune
Schoolroom walls replace
Boundless fields
And White boards
An average teenage boy
Clunks along the street
With his Converse laces
Flipping from side to side
Catching under the worn soles
Down deep under,
The pressure is crushing me.
It's hurting to breathe.
I'm scared.
I don't know what to do.
I don't even know what's going on.
But it's all too compact
with the walls closing in.
