Poems

Poem#1
My closet, it is my Nautilus. I have designed it as a means to alleviate myself from intensity of the world.

With my pillows and blankets piled high like a nest. I run to this room, that is not a room, for my minds rest.

I sometimes close my eyes and go to a far away land. Other times, I simply sit and stare at the creamy colored walls and listen to the fan.

I draw, I write, I fantasize with my mind, all the wonders, how I wish I could see them, in the sometimes not so fantastical realm-

 I sit in my little world, in awe and wonder, but when I come out I find myself in bleak disappointment and in quite a blunder.

My mundane life does not satisfy me in the least. I find no urge to find someone, or to converse with any person, or even just to aloud speak.

If I didn't have to surface for air, I might stay under this realm for quite a time without a care.

My dear Captain Nemo, I fear I do know- exactly how you feel about mankind on this Earth.


Poem#2

I find it frustrating that I cannot seem to find the words I want to say, I cannot find the words to explain.

I can't explain how I feel, or just quite what I mean.

I wish I could share in vivid detail all the things, I plan, I sing; the things I pray to just be a thing.

My hands do not draw what I wish for them to depict. I find it vexatious, due to what I see in my mind that is very picturesque.

I wish I could be like the authors, the painters, the musicians and the poets. I wish I could paint images with word, and with soft sounds like roses.

I am not social nor graceful by any means of the words, but I do truly wish my thought could be heard.