Is this what it's like to meet someone half way? To feel the want To call them home Is this what it's like to finally hate the game? To give all you've got To end the joke Is this what it's like to tell yourself I will not play? Can a dumb rhyme apologize? Can words in frame ask "did I cause you pain"? Can we forget that I'm a Fry level idiot? Misunderstood insecurities creating turbulent seas Proclaimed feelings behind a facade RAWRGWAWGGR!
Abstract
Trapped in a glass case of emotion Thoughts refracting and reflecting Like light through this crystal lens Split into the spectrum And rain like razor blades on reason Count the dots as quick as you can Those line will soon be broken Remember the patterns To progress between the cycles Then shatter the prism of then mind
This poem is meant to describe how it feels for me to process my thoughts. Line one is my favorite line for the movie Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy and depicts how my thoughts become trapped by what I obsess over. The rest of the stanza alludes to how my thoughts break apart until they are so small it feels like I cant focus. The following four lines indicate how I pull my thoughts together. For example when trying to focus outside of my obsession I need to think swiftly and assemble as much as I can before my mind drifts. It’s a pattern of picking up where I left off until the task is completed. The final line is meant to allude to not only how my thought are easily separated, but how my mind can feel like a prison I created for my self.
Balanced
Chaos and Order Complementary forces Opposite yet equal Recognize themselves Within each other Like mirrored images Of universal energies Their circling nature A dynamic dance In eternal harmony
Ode to Eyes and Fire
Windows to the soul Easily hold captive Visions of first sight Yet when opened wide A light does shine On that which hides Beneath the facade Those of remarkable blue Shield a shivering heart Do meet Those stained burning red showcasing a self-imprisoned mind only to skip a beat Cryptic views tease the eye Like a furnace bellow Drives passionate embers to survive And reignite flames of happy yellow Perched on high in plain sight One tiny spark illuminates the night This beacon of hope becomes a message heard Guiding this ship safe to shore
