Out of the ordinary

I don't post to this blog any more and I don't write poetry either. For the same reasons really. Out of me, they're pretentious. By the time I've strung sentences together about myself, what I'm thinking, doing, planning, experiencing, the self-absorbedness of the whole thing makes me feel nauseated.

But now and then I just write. When something writes itself without me having to think much, it can offer some release. Kind of like when you throw up during a migraine!... but hopefully not as messy!! :)


Hidden

Something inside
But nowhere to let it out?
Too much to hide
More than I’m settled on
There’s got to be
A rainbow somewhere
Hiding
Hiding

More than enough
Quietly waiting
Slowly opening
Placed in the ordinary
Spaces between, light, dark
And somewhere
Hiding
Hiding

What do you see?
Does it matter anyway?
I’m not where they are
Just have to be me
Cause holding a space
As anyone else is
Hiding
Hiding

Something inside
But no way to let it out?
Hold it beside
Your grief for your innocence
Black is the heart
That dies in that moment
Hiding
Hiding

Just hold on to the rain that comes in your dreams
Soak in the love you know somewhere deep
Taken inside
Tucked safe and clean
Know
Your not hidden there
But seen