TrueFyr

The very train of thought leading me to write this poem left on the last train heading north. It was scheduled for 4 p.m. Sharp as a knife cutting through worries about worrying too much when they are having a good time. Do you think they noticed I wasn't there so they might play Where's Noah like Where's Waldo but Waldo's at the train station waiting for 4 p.m. sharp. Getting away is as easy as a hot knife through butter but the worries haunt like a lonely ghost after sunset and maybe I'll find a friend in that ghost or maybe they'll find Waldo at 3.59 p.m. sharp as a knife, one minute before the train of thought that lead to this poem left

Paper cut outs cut out paper cut outs cut out paper cut outs cut out paper cut outs cut out paper cut outs until the entire world stops making so much sense anymore. We are forced to stand side by side standing side by side standing side by side; because we are expected to fit their mold of so-called perfection. But the straw faces standing in every identical window couldn't understand the difference between the difference in human beings and the difference in the length of the grass on their lawn and their neighbors'. How can they understand what it means to hide underneath your own skin when the only time they've ever had to hide was playin

The romance of the stars is one that only planets can dream of so I told her "let's become planets tonight. Let's never go back to the heart wrench of home. There's too much beauty in the world to see to have our hearts be broken. Let's write letter to each other like Neil Armstrong writes the moon every night to remind her that he hasn't forgotten everything they every had. What they had was so precious."

I'm tired Of living life lucky I want to count myself lucky To be alive, to be the one With a sad story, but it doesn't have An ending, no, I don't want For things to ever end I'm tired Of not having a story to tell When the words to write it burn So freely in my mind I wish to have something worth Writing for Something that takes me back When I see A word, a place, a shadow, a face I want to be taken right back I'm tired of dreaming Because everything in my dreams Goes pleasantly wrong, But real life it seems could never Be so bad, being right and I want to go home, to feel at peace Except the roof over my head feels So cold, I just want

I have a tale to listen If you care About a quiet night In you underwear When you knocked On my door And told me of everything And a little more

Solemn river, why do you lie Alone in these woods with me when I cry? Quick river, what's the rush In bringing an echo into my heart's soft hush? Empty river, when I call Where'd you run after the fall? Angry river, what is wrong? Why don't you listen to my song? Friendly river, please don't leave! For a moment, let's just be.

An ocean of poison Has gained hold of me I've set off to new horizons With the hope I'll be free But storms stand in the way of The escape from this misery No longer I'll be holden By the poison of the sea

So        Quiet      I         ran          Silence       leaves                   The          din             Of           an                   Empty        room             With         the       rush          of             soft         feet,       So            in   The       quiet, I        ran