For the people who do:

6:00 AM

The kitty got scared and went and hid,
creeping along all under my bed.
He has been there for quite some time,
as I write my little rhyme.
It was at the break of dawn,
that this sound did pierce my room,
of my alarm’s incessant chime,
keeping most impeccable time.
Unfortunately, I was already up,
and as I reached for him, the sound went off.
The kitty got scared and went and hid,
creeping along all under my bed.

New Apartment

See the treetops move and sway,
feel the wind against my skin.
Most enjoy sunny days,
but I enjoy rain and wind.

The cat hiding neath’ the bed,
the sounds of nature waiting.
The people too, preparing
with their clinking and their clanking.

Up in my tower, hour by hour,
watching the world go by.
The smell of rain and fresh and spring,
the power of the wind.

This freedom I feel, it’s almost surreal.
I will enjoy it while I can.
By watching the treetops move and sway,
here in my new apartment.

The Days

From dusk to dusk and dawn to dawn we twirl about like clockwork.
We spin and chime, we tick, keep time, and try our best to keep up. 

Wednesday’s Child

Awake in the late-night hours
with heavy heart and sad countenance.
With none but my cat awake,
for my sorrow to relate.

While he is snuggly and cute,
with advice he is mute.
Offering up companionship,
attempting in vain my mood to flip.

Heartbreak, loneliness, and school,
work, uncertainty, and people too.
All combine in my belly,
to make me rather melancholy.

Alone, together.

Unrequited love is dumb;
it hurts your heart and leaves you numb.
You try in vain to get away,
but it locks you up with melancholy.

It stretches the limits of what you can take,
whether you are fast asleep or wide awake.
Poets of every age agree,
“At least we’re in good company.”

The Tree

A tree stands proudly.
Planted by our forefathers,
for us to enjoy.

Best FRIEND

Often you are all alone,
with no one but yourself who knows,
all the dark thoughts in your head,
that you think of while in bed.

They cloud your thoughts both night and day,
you get no rest and you are plagued,
by these things that will not die,
that ruin your life and crowd your mind.

 No one seems to understand,
no one seems to comprehend,
 no one seems to lend a hand,
that is until you have a friend.

Friendship is a beautiful thing
that makes people laugh and dance and sing,
because now we know we are not alone,
and have a friend to call our own.

Friends are there when others are not,
they always try to put you first,
and even if they don’t succeed,
they’ll still be there in your time of need.

Even when you are at your worst,
a friend will come and will not judge,
they will try to make you smile,
even if only for a little while.

That is why I am so glad,
that I have a friend who is by my side,
that I know will not just disappear,
that I can rely on through the years.

I know I can share my life with you,
my darkest thoughts and secrets too,
and some may find me weird or strange,
but you accept me how I am.

I know some may not comprehend
the way I am or understand,
but you have been there through good and bad.
Through thick and thin you have stayed by my side.
I know that on you I can depend.
After all, you are my best friend.

The Hustle and Bustle

At night the city lights twinkle and sparkle;
they glisten and dance while people are walking. 
What does the night have planned for them;
will they be home by eight? By ten?

These things I wonder from a far- here eating supper in my car. 

Wind Song

While I was out, someone passed by singing,
reminding me of days when I had loved.
The sound of wedding bells loudly ringing,
but now those memories have faded, shoved
deep down where no one can hear me weeping.
At your funeral, all phones on vibrate;
so peaceful it looks like you are sleeping.
In fact, I can remember our first date.
I was nervous, but I asked you to dance.
You, so graceful, but I was like a lion.
Unfortunately, I then ripped my pants!
You laughed, offering yours to try on.

You lay there now, nothing but spoiling meat.
Someone passed me by, singing on the street.

The Kitty that Wouldn’t Come Home

Kitties often jump and play,
not thinking about the time of day.
They run and jump and dance and sing,
without a care or grief or pain.

They play in bushes, trees, and streams,
they stalk and hunt and groom themselves,
for they must always look their best,
even when they lay down to rest.

They stalk the bird that is in the tree,
the lizard that roams the ground,
and they hunt the snake that slithers and hisses,
all without making a sound.

But at the end of the day, they cease their play,
and come home to a nice warm bed.
For they know where to go to find their food and their home, and they always come back again.

At Night When Sleep Won’t Come

Jaded, jagged, ruined, ragged. 
Time ebbs and flows; meaningless, invalid. 
Nothing is certain, nothing is sacred. 
Everything broken, everything hated. 

Death.

Death is patient,
death is kind,
he never turns away. 
For he accepts all that come by,
on pure necessity.

Halloween

Halloween is the time when black cats crawl,
and ivy creeps up on the wall. 
Where witches chant forbidden spells,
light their candles, and ring their bells. 
The time of year when air grows chill,
and lady night seems to stand still. 

Children laugh, and play, and scheme;
but of course- it’s Halloween! 

 When the Boots are Brown, Dye Them Black.

Thinking outside the box.
It may be hard, it may be not.
Sometimes things are what they seem,
other times you have to dream.

The box was never really there,
there are no boxes anywhere!
In your mind or in your dreams,
there is no limit to imagining.

Silent.

I stopped in the parking lot just to watch the storm.
In the black of night;
lightning, without sound or rain,
illuminated the ink-stained clouds covering the sky.

I was transfixed, watching the heavens transform,
and hardly noticed the people passing by.

*PLEASE NOTE: These poems are NOT open source.