Free Poem Thread

I really wanted a drink at work, so I scribbled this on a napkin. CIRCULAR PROCESS: I wake up weak in the morning To crumble throughout the day Awaiting a glass of something bitter To help make life okay Night comes and I take my rest To wake up weak in the morning And crumbling throughout the day Awaiting a glass of ruination To make everything okay

So I literally wrote this about 5 minutes ago, inspiration hit me like a brick and I couldn't help myself. There's still no title for it yet, but please enjoy anyways =) Just beyond my reach I see you bathed in heavenly light. Beckoning me, with gentle eyes sparkling in the night. How I wish to hold you And never let us part. But fate would say so otherwise with strings tied to my heart. With outstretched hands and focused will I call to you with all my might. in vain it seems, that it can't be but should you fade from sight. and so I wake, from sleepless rest to be reminded of the truth. Behind the screen that you exist with bless'd eternal youth. Forever just beyond my reach though I shall ever try. A way inside that we should meet our spirits intertwined.

-Koinonia Aegis- By: Colby R Finch Silken pressure against my chest, sins of old slowly regress, guard of soul forever insist. Though now fade of touch rots it away, and through tattered skin old deeds break bay. Now betraying hands once tied by silk, break the bonds with their ilk. Trek now with the greatest haste, in this now futile race, for one last silken embrace.

I wonder what it was like never being in love? It's been so long I don't remember Also I wonder what it's like being in love? It's been so long I don't remember I'm somewhere in between, I can't tell where I am for sure. Not happy...not sad, something else. I can remember making hand turkeys in 1st grade I can remember playing Kick down the street I can even remember My 7th Xmas morning Never though can I not remember being in love. What it was like shearing each others warmth,fingers laced together,our hearts beat together. I remember those things but how they feel I don't know. I've forgotten what it's like to be in love. I know I was in love once. I just don't remember the feeling. I wonder what it's like being in love?

Wrote this at the end of last year. Just thought I would share. BLUE CHRISTMAS As I sit here thinking thinking on Christmas day I find myself with a lot of feelings but not a lot to say there is joy and laughter sweetening the morning air but with what I've felt inside it somehow does not compare And so I find it difficult to put words to these things that I feel but perhaps they're just an accumulation of one very unfortunate year. A year that's had its ups and downs just like any that's come before but with an emphasis on the “downs” This year has kept me trapped on the basement floor Suffocated and stifled this year has had me gasping for air its made wonder why I should even bother or why I should even care and so feeling a little crippled and really not quite myself I've resigned to comforting solitude to get a bearing on my emotional health This year has nearly ended and that I look forward to because with the way things have been going good luck has been long over due So with the dawn of this new year I cast my gaze to the sky and with an iron determination I intend to take the reigns back in my life and with this renewed sense of direction I'm setting a different course I intend to live this new year forward and leaving behind all remorse -Enzo C.

As a bulstrous, gaseous light entity shrouded by familiar calamity I foresee a wake of definite death looming Encumbering import has ceased and left me fleeting for sustenance But again...I am ignored.

No sleep Mondays. Ready for crash landing. Clear the runway. You better kill me someday. I'm going to take over the game. Best Poet. Best Rapper. One in the same. Go ahead. Ask about me. Nothing but glass around me. I'm a class F5. I just smash my surroundings.