For those of you who don't know, I really enjoy writing. Not just in blog format, but also songs/poems and narratives. I've been working on different stages of a book for close to two years now, only really writing when I have large stretches of time to devote to such ponderings and memories. But the poetry, that's what I can write anytime, anywhere. This, for instance. I just now wrote it in a span of about 10 minutes. I hate editing, so I don't do it (besides obvious grammatical and spelling errors). So, here it is, notes on a page of a wandering mind.
Out of Place
How curious are the weeds
That grow and cover over
All that we once thought
Would be all we would ever need
How strange are these walls we've built
Put up to defend, to protect
All that we consider precious
But now only serve to encase our guilt
How false are these promises we make
To ourselves and those we hold close
"No more will I be vulnerable!" we say
But then allow them our hearts to take
Oh how we enjoy the climb and the dive
We crave the joy along with the pain
Seeds in the wind, we sigh and we say
"How wonderful it is to feel alive"
Oh yes, how wonderful it is to feel alive.
As always,
Lex
