Narrative Part I

Narrative
Part I

Austin Moss

Spinning and whirling
Down from the sky
Watching the planes
Flying on by
Carefree and thoughtless
You enjoy just to fly

Coming to ground
Learning to live
To love and to laugh
And how to forgive
But people just take
For as long as you give

Stumbling 'round
Burdened with care
Having none of the freedom

You had in the air
Stumbling and cursing
All thing laid bare

Forgotten and torn,
Life going by,
You sing to yourself
And softly you cry
Alone on the Earth
You give up and die

And wonder,

Why?

Unorganized Orderliness

I wrote this with a thought of something completely random throughout the body of the poem - yet still makes sense in a way. One thing leads into another and I think it fits together really well.

Stephen Frerichs

Roaring through the jungles

Stumbling through the tumbles

Listening to my music

Focusing on that tasty lick

Tantalizing flavor

Look for friends and for favor

This poem makes no sense

If you are one who dwells in ignorance

These are my thoughts

Unfiltered, raw and bloodshot

Like my eyes

I watch from afar as the innocent dies

Studying the material

Trying to keep my cool and not turn serial

As a killer

Don’t make me kill her

Her – my imagination

Don’t think wrong of my imitations

Of others in books

Of others I see in looks

From those around

Evil and love and war abounds

Writing randomly

Spilling my soul

Bleeding it out

On paper – now you can find the route

To What I’ve been thinking on

But wait I’m not quite done

With this poem – incomprehensible

Ending it now would be inconceivable

Talking to you

Attempting to destroy my feelings of blue

Venting my mind

So you can find

Some understanding into where I am standing

where I’m going to be landing

solving the puzzle

leaving you puzzling

wishing to stop

the tick-tock and drop

the drip of time

that is my life

this is random

is there any more? um…

Confused

First poem of the blog... let's kick it off

Confused
Austin Moss

Confused.
To tell my problems would leave me
Exposed
To all the probing questions. No one
Knows
What lies beneath the surface of my
Soul
And no one really cares.
Confused.
To tell my problems would make them
Afraid
Of all the things I have in store, but
Wait
Until you know my secrets you won't know
Me
But if I give my secrets I won't be
Free

Can anyone listen without judging
Me
Confused.