Some Poems Written in November 2010

art heart

and sometimes my heart bleeds out of my hands

onto paper

onto canvas

onto wood

blood in different colors

and textures and styles

bright yellows blues and greens

i feel weird

i feel weird

i feel fine

i feel like i've lost my mind

i lose myself in moments and time

i lose myself in songs and rhyme

i forget what i'm doing

i forget who i am

i forget where i'm going

i forgot my plan

am i losing my edge

am i losing my scene

i think i forget what it is to be mean

how do i be who i want to be

how do i figure out exactly how to see

forward motion is what i want

forward motion is what i need

and whatever will be will really be

my mind and heart are what i need to feed