FLawEdmiNd

The cold, formed plastic beneath my bottom feels oddly comforting
It's just a normal lawn chair sitting in my backyard
But to me it seemed like a vehicle into the past on a good seat
As I sat there with the dull wind in my eyes I reflected upon my day

Like any other day in my life the time passed with a sharp lethargy
Simply sliding along at it's own fancy as time usually does
Carrying a world of dreams and tears on it's intangible wings
Days like these are ones I live for, to enjoy every moment slowly

Now, I prefer to be awake at night, when everything is seemingly serene
When in actuality the world enters a surreal realm of almost true fantasy
So I stayed up as long as a could, until the small dawn lights pierced my window
Shortly after a dream clawed its way into my head I was awoken


The mourning after sunup was at a peak in beauty today, a new glow found
Light glancing in through the blinds rose and fell over the couch and table
Making genteel figures that danced over the bright beige of our couch
I imagined myself dancing with the light, the star ballerina in a Shakespearean play

Car rides are things I've come to enjoy, especially ones with good music
I had half that today, when I went out with my family and a friend
Just a regular old car ride going down the residential streets that fill Elmwood
Although, the ride itself would have reached a new height without the rap music

Dinner came and went, it was hot on my tongue for I had not let it cool
Sarcasm and bitterness were flung around my ears like always
My home world changes in such a mercurial fashion, you'd be amazed
Angry word slurs of hate march in tandem with witty remarks with a smile

I moved from that lawn chair ages ago to write down my changing thoughts
This city I live in, Winnipeg, I long to be out there in the crowd, with the people
To see the different people, to feel the thrill of being a part of a bigger nothing
Thriving on a nectar, an ambrosia of civilization and life

That was my day from mourning until now, the hours approaching dusk
Night fall will soon come too, bringing down it's veil of sometimes cruel stars
Maybe I'll feel a deep movement in myself tomorrow and put it onto paper
Who knows for sure, but telling you all this feels oddly comforting

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The funny thing is, none of that yap is a lie.

I tried writting a different poem today, one more me, full of dark morbidity. I tried so hard to find the spark for the poem; I listened to music, read some of the poems here, flipped through random books... nothing.

So I went outside and sat around on the lawn chairs. I walked over to the fence and talked with Terri and her friends.. then sat back down in my chair and the cooling effect the chair had my bottom was my insparation...

I feel kinda selfish and a tad guilty that this thing is all about my day, my life. I'm not really use to having the spotlight on me. So if seems kind of forced or unsure, pay it no mind I guess.

Enjoy!

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THE EXAMiNED LiFE

Hassun

Chelsea is not a person isn't it?

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FLawEdmiNd

Uhm... well Chelsea's me. That do good by the thing or bad?

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THE EXAMiNED LiFE

Hassun

Oh, err alright then...

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!Jamie5192

*laughs* boy isn't that akward^^ I like your poem. I can't wait to read more.