This pencil
Is filled with hope
Words I have written
And those I don’t know
But every stroke is a chance
To give a hopeful glance
To the sheet below
This Pencil
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Tag Archives: Nathaniel Paul
Inflamed Stranger
Inflamed stranger
With no wise words
Nothing to share
But something
Read in the paper
Untrue
As told from me
To you
Free Wheels
Freewheels
On a grounded surface
Holding the line steady
With no plan to return
No money can be earned
When these freewheels
Are glued to the ground
Rather than burning the road
Not making a sound
Too Blue for You
I’m too blue today
To get out of bed
Way to blue
For the headwinds
Of you
I’ll push myself up
Only to fall back down
I’m held up with toothpicks
In this town
So blue
That even the sky
Is dark
Too
Ossified Plans
My ossified plans
Didn’t play out
The way I was hoping
To make an entrance
Instead defeated sounds
Mumbling
In a time of exclamations
More of a comma
I should have know
That is life
The real drama
More Than
More than
Or less
Than
Even when
The path is uncertain
The question is asked
What will become of me
Luxuriant
Grow quickly
In this time
To reflect
For the time to
Show up
Will soon come
And that is when
The growth
Is shown
One More Time
One more time
Around
In a moment
We hope to celebrate
What we know
And what we learn
From each other
Super Awful
More complicated
Than straight forward
This story that I will
Try to relate
A super awful
Clumsy
Moment
I have had
Over the days
When I can’t even
Walk straight
In the month of May
So today
The words reflect
The moments
I have created
Debonair
Walking into the room
Of debonair air
Confidence
Wrapped in golden dreams
Broken loose
At the seems
Is it what it seems
As slick as a midnight limo
Fluid as a stream
