Rhyme for the Sake of It

My flustered mind's in overdrive,
demoned by other creative minds.
Pen on paper even lacks originality,
everyone conforming in totality.

Void of thoughts a fresh.
Figured I would tell you I like Phil Lesh.
Back to the basics, though.
I have realized every one is walking toe in toe.

Is there room for more?
Brand new ideas to tour?
Or has it all been stated and received
by an audience who has heard it all before?

A struggle to find a person to be,
without losing me or becoming
too attached to we.
Truly shown no one is completely free.

Tired from living tainted lives,
Day by day, I'm taking a new
D
I
V
E
down deep and when I arise to the occasion,
An embracing blank page will remind me of reason.

"I Carry"

As a result of The Things They Carried by Tim O' Brien. Engage yourself in it.

I carry myself.
The person I was,
The person I am,
and the person
I strive to become.

I carry my childhood:
a body sprinkled with cuts, bruises, and jagged scars
from playing a bit too roughly.
Getting down and dirty on the soccer field
just like the boys but more.

I carry stuffed animals and dolls
from the endless nights
they were my companions for sleep.
I no longer carry nearly as many
but the ones I do, carry their own unique meaning.

I once carried the ability to climb from my window
down in through my best-friend's when times got
too hard at either of our houses.
I carry a soggy, tear-drenched shoulder
as I'm sure, somewhere, she does too.

I neglected my ability to play hide-and-seek
and man-hunt professionally, therefore
I no longer carry the ability to hide
from view for too long
before someone discovers me.

Somewhere, inside of me, I carry
a broken, invisible child who grew
to be a young adult trying to find
a light for a meaningful, successful life.

I carry frustrations.
Every day in several ways.
And this I can not abandon.

I carry the burden of being
so many different persons to
so many different people.
But I am only one.

I carry the glory along with hardships
it takes to be:
a sister, friend, daughter, sister again, aunt, best-friend, therapist, girl-friend, sister a couple times more, niece, student, waitress, baby-sitter, protector (who also needs to be protected), long-lost best-friend/ex-girlfriend, enemy (I never found out why), and the list unrelentlessly goes on.

I carry all these different people
compacted into a person terrified
of deserting my self in order to fill
the shoes expected of me.
The shoes that walk the path I expect.

With me, I carry the extreme doubt
people around me will be there
for me always, or that I deserve that.
I carry the word deserve like an incurable disease.

Finally, I carry
(or rather they carry me)
a family that has been permanent for over three years now.

As a senior, I carry difficult courses
and am ridiculed for that,
but laugh because people can not see I enjoy them.
I carry a job that makes me unhappy
but is decent and makes me money.

I carry the fear that comes with being
an adult in two months and not enough courage to be one yet.
But quite enough ambition to try.

I carry the ideals of who
I want to see in the future.
I carry the ideas that
I will adopt and never carry children of my own.
Because my adopted children will be my own.
I carry a college-bound student
who lacks any clue as to what to do
with the rest of her life.
But trusts time will show her where to go.

I carry notebooks filled with
unfinished stories, run-on nonsense statements,
questionable quotes, and never-read poems.
All of which are written by the person I was
who made me the person I am today.

I carry pride of every person I ever was
even if they are not entitled to it.
I carry peace even though my mind
is not always at peace with itself.

I carry myself,
the person who brought me here,
and the person I, one day,
will become.

Freedom from Structure

I am for classes being outside
where dirt and leaves can
make way to your paper
while a crisp, September air
breezes past your ear.

Not many teachers go outside, though.
Bomb scare or school shootings
or what-not is all they have to say.


I am for seeing the glass half-full
and than filling it up some
so no one can
see it the latter way or go thirsty.

I am for sleepless, star-filled,
story swapping nights which
inch themselves towards dew-filled
mornings where you finally talk
yourselves to sleep.

I am all for awaking from a dreamy
slumber, in the cuddly arms of another.
Gazing into endless eyes that simmer
with Open Curiosity and Compassion;
and allowing yours to well up
with tiny tears of recognition.
While your whispers of I love you's
wallow in the air.

I'm all for meaning every word
you say
even though sometimes
we don't.

I am for bare-feet, sun-rays on cool faces, and stormy days
where all the power goes out.
For card games, pleases and thank-yous,
and long walks that take you
no where but bring you some where.
I'm for giving and not expecting
ANYTHING in return;
receiving karma in the long run.

*For charity* and smiling at strangers.
I'm for contradictions and letting your
m i n d w a n d e r.
I am for the relationship between
John Lennon and Yoko Ono,
which is random,
but it inspired many
therefore I'm for inspiration.

I'm for finding Murder, War, and Genocide
PointLess Products of Miscommunication
and for overly stressing the
importance of acceptance.

Lastly,
but certainly not last,
I am for being for
TOO many things
that you can not keep track of them
or ever possible fill enough pages.

P.E.A.C.E. is.

So many diverse personalities
congregate into One Place.
Yet we allow
Ignorance to run its course
right over acceptance.
Much Deeper than Understanding.
Embracing is Peace.