Shoes and Hats and Purses

Shoes and hats and purses in my closet
Normalcy and apathy at best
Left alone I live as though I’ve fallen
‘Round her I try to smile and fix my breast

But I say I’ve only yet to meet the man
Who will show me all that I’ve been missing
I dance around the thought of permanence
A ballet I’ve perfected by not risking

And all my shoes become my dancing shoes
And all my hats become my hiding hats
My favorite purse is filled with hopes of normal
And the closet’s filled with skeletons and rats

The normalcy created by the dancing
Is destroyed by apathy for un-thought dreams
I have come back to dancing round confusion
Returned to normalcy, or so it seems

By the way, a lot has changed over the last few days, maybe not long, but important post (to me) coming up! Has to do with this poem, which I wrote a couple hours ago on the plane coming home from Hawai'i.

Smiling in the Sun

Look out on the little children
Little girls in Easter dresses
Little boys with unknotted ties
Swinging freely round their necks
And hear the yelling from the inside
That the children do not hear
For they are preoccupied
By the treasures hidden in the grass
You try to smile
But crying comes to ears
Ears all around the garden
Heard by elders in their chairs
And the older youth, who look so torn
And adults that clench their teeth
And close their eyes and wish they couldn’t hear
But the sobs are getting sadder
Desperate, so hurt, and wet
Filled with disappointment with all life
But you try to fill the emptiness
That’s formed around the garden
Blocked from the bubble ‘round the children
So you try and talk
But words only falsify the moment
So you just watch the children smiling
In the sun

Past the Kiss of the Sun

Without this burden of the endless sky
Days would pass you much more slowly by

Because it hurts my chest to think of this
I leave my thoughts to gaining the sun’s kiss

Upon my nose, and upon my chest
The apathy of merely silent rest

My thoughts they swirl like death within my head
Filling all my emptiness with dread

And all my thoughts, they simply cease to stop
The boiling water in my heart’s over the top

And I just scream with restlessness and hope
That wont be washed away with simple soap

That hope, that somehow I will work it out
That things so deadly, will simplify in doubt

I am losing touch of all this mess
Within my head, that I wrap in a dress

And hope that when I finally fight the war
I will end up left with nothing more