Plastic Bottle With Lights
November 12, 2011
You said we’d talk
And still the lonely silence
Is the most I’ve heard
A silence I’m getting used to
Imposed by the guards of this prison
If it’s because I have leprosy
Or because they do
I don’t know
So another try
Putting this message
Into this bottle
Not a pretty romantic bottle
But an ugly one made of plastic
That has lights
Done so
In hopes that
I won’t lose another
In hopes that
Somehow there’s a reason
For your painfully obvious absence
And hanging on
To the little bit of hope
That maybe it’s not as bad as it feels
Because it feels like I’m losing you
At a time when I need you the most
Which you would know all about
If you would just
Fucking
Call.
~wbv
Displaced
October 7, 2011
Home is not home
Oh well of poison water
Left on a doorstep
Outcast, displaced
The outside is quiet
The inside is dark
Left to decay
Abandoned, Forgotten
Nobody knows it
Nobody cares
Selective ignorance
Unknown, unimportant
Bright eyes shine
The quest to be known
Ends in disappointment
Unfulfilled, thirsty
~wbv
Ocean
September 17, 2011
Ocean of grays
Deep dark and blue
My soul was made
To melt into you
Stranded without you
On a heap of dry land
This dirt, this drab
It’s not who I am
I am sadly displaced
In a waterless hole
Where the youth of the heart
Seems to quickly grow old
And to die a quiet death
In this god-forsaken place
Where your surface can’t be touched
And I can’t see your face.
~wbv
Random Negativity
February 28, 2009
I’m moody
I’m a cynic
I’m overly critical
sometimes
I think too much
I get anxious
I worry
and I overreact.
I’m morally relaxed
A liberal
I’m apt to throw out
ideas for which I can’t
find believable evidence.
I can be difficult
I like both
Freedom and control
I’m full of contradictions
I’m a walking paradox
And I like it this way.
I’m overly complex
And irritatingly simple
I anticipate sadness
and difficulty
I see them as covert positives
As fuel for
The fire of the soul
Having said that,
hardship scares the hell out of me
and while I know I benefit from it
Part of me
Still hates it.
I get mad for no reason
Happy for no reason
and sometimes want to be sad
for no reason at all.
I forget important things
about important people
and sometimes don’t pay
attention to what’s being said
I can be difficult to know
Though all I want is to be known
My lack of trust
Can make that difficult.
I’m skeptical of faith
Leery of experience
And doubtful of expression.
Sometimes I would rather listen
To the orchestra in my head
Than the melody now playing
And I spend the whole movie
Just waiting
For it to end.
I’m not as peaceful as I want to be
Not as focused as I want to be
Not as kind as I want to be
Not as loving as I want to be
Not as gentle as I want to be.
“There’s always room for improvement”
Is an understatement.
~wbv
