Random Poems

I was cleaning my room today (yes it does happen) when i came across a notebook that contained some old poems i'd written. a few i liked enough to read a second time, despite their melancholy tone. these are the ones that i'm passing along today because I feel like putting up another post yet I am lacking the creativity to come up with fresh material.

getting old~ beautiful lies

i miss him and his beautiful lies
his mesmerising tales
of made up woes
and how sweetly he'd hold me
when he confided.

i miss the way he could find
all that was wrong with the world
keep a captivated audience,
then dismiss it all-
like blowing an eyelash from the tip of a finger-
and chase it with a beer.

i miss the man he swallowed.
the one who brought me here,
the one who would never
let these things happen to me.
he smells of death
no longer sweet sleep.
i miss him.

sorry for the mood on that one, i just liked a few of the lines...
next...

why my quilting doesn't solve the problems of the world

mapping out
fat scraps
and must have finds,
as though piecing together
this puzzle could some how solve
the fragments
that i see
in my window.
simple math,
mistakes fixed with a
snip or scribble.
in the end
the pieces add up to
less than i had imagined.
colors are off,
patterns collide.
i know why
i've only been
concealing to comfort
from the puzzle-
unbalanced equation-
outside.
another tool of avoidance-
this one just slightly
more vibrant.

the funniest part is that in the same note book on the next page is a to-do list entitled "things to stop putting off." one item is crossed out with the little amendment: "too late"