So many thoughts
racing through my mind.
My body is tired
but rest I have yet to find.
The room smells of paint
and will again tomorrow.
Of the five walls in the room
only one and a half are painted.
Hand prints on the door,
both inside the room and out.
The paint felt cool
paint still on the hands,
nostalgiac of some long
forgotten moment of an almost
non-existent childhood.
The t.v. is on, showing an infomercial.
The over head light is off.
A lone candle and the t.v. the only
sources of light.
The candle smells of cinnamon.
It's golden flickering light
contrasting with that of the blue
changing images of the t.v.
10DEC07
I'm sittin
in the kitchen.
The house is quiet,
nobody's bitchin.
I'ts all they do,
sometimes it seems to me.
Telling what I should do,
or where I should be.
They're not malicious about it,
they mean only good.
For now I'll stay down here,
get a job, GED, and such,
like they say I should.
When I've saved up the money,
I'll visit T.J. and Nicky
in Wyoming.
But for now what I'll be doing
is getting a job
helping with the bills.
Now I'm depressed
5JAN08
I see a sunset
and I see Art.
Both god and Mother Nature
each doing their part.
The clouds come together
in a colorful mix.
Enough color and style
for any art addicts fix.
Purple, blue, orange, and red.
The sun sinking below
the blankets of the horizon
and settling down to bed.
Night comes along
with outstretched arms
and the world succumbs
to the moons hypnotic charms
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