Felix
Gray
Static
April 2016
The Attic
All the dust that's in the attic
All the lives on automatic
People waiting, still as steel
Pausing breath, to stay as static
.
Merely munching on their meal
Reinventing every wheel
Taking time; not their own
To learn to laugh, to love, to feel
.
Help me, please, to become grown
Live a story, not alone
Not to be dust in the attic,
Still as steel, or automatic
.
Never mumble, mutter, moan
Like Johnny, Jenny, Jake, or Joan
Who waste away, as static stone
Let me fly, free from the attic
To where my fellow dreams have flown
I watched you crawl across the sky
You washed the tears out of my eye
But that was long ago; and now,
I learned to glow, you showed me how
.
In dark forests we all live
And seek the light you kindly give
Your splendor gives us hope to say,
"This world is cool, I think I'll stay"
"I'll sleep and wake another day"
June 21, 2016
Sept. 2016
Grace
Happy, Just for now
After lying, on his own,
In his bed, and all alone
He finally got his eyes to shut
And from his mind, all thoughts he cut
Asleep, he found his needed rest
A remedy for being stressed
Or in his terms, just living life
Which often holds the hand of strife
In fact his life was quite a task
When voices awfully would ask
"Who are you?" and "Why are you?"
And worst of all "What will you do?"
Or even worse-er "What is true?"
These questions lead his mind into
A trap
.
And while he slept
The darkness crept
Around his bed
And through his head
But in his slumber he forgot
Of trials and of battles fought
.
For he could dream!
How he could dream!
His repressed thoughts burst at the seam
His mind could breathe, at last be free
To create his own fantasy
And maybe, just maybe, he could be
Far from all reality
Happy
Just for now
Asleep
Feb. 2016
Of fears of black sky
Or clouded out stars.
A 2D disaster
Spinning faster in your brain.
The Unknown and the Hoped For
Collide in confusion,
Afraid that ideals and perfect plans
Fall short.
And of ended dreams.
March 2016
Quiddity
Your brain is out of order,
The pieces all are flipped,
But Time is also broken,
The Sky is being tripped.
.
For everything leads nowhere,
Unless you do believe,
That you are not alone here,
Your path and theirs will weave.
.
In all the ocean's strangeness,
And all the odd on land,
You people walk together,
Living, dying, hand in hand
.
Now, if you ask my name,
I'll say I haven't got one,
But if you ask for knowledge,
I'll show you to the sun.
.
So as your knowledge sets,
And peace of mind takes part,
The moon will rise behind you,
And guard the loyal heart.
.
So broken time, and broken mind,
Are mended all together.
The sun, the moon, she, he, and you,
Grow close through storms you weather.
.
This life will give you trials,
The kind that you can face,
And when you pass them wisely,
You'll reach out into space.
June 12, 2016
black lines across the sky
stay within my mind's eye
grounding me
impounding me
keeping things in order
everything is connected
July 5, 2016
protected
in peace
growing
stretching out
June 27, 2016
born midair
hanging there
have no doubt
trust your unknown
surroundings
I'm Homesick
They say home is where the heart is
well mine's scattered all around
for now
split into pieces
leaving me less of myself
than I had hoped for
Oct. 16, 2016
Words to Keep It Well
It's an overflow of thought
And an absence of speech.
Ramblings rumble round the walls
That no one could breech.
They may fall out, out of order
If you stimulate the brain,
But be patient with the answer
It may take years to explain.
See, I think about so much
That I really can't at all.
And when it really matters most,
I mostly fumble with the ball.
I can't describe my feelings of
The time I leave behind.
I lose the words I loved before
And toss what comes to mind.
Perhaps my memories of now
Will be enough to last.
But still it's very hard for me
To think I'll lose the past.
If only I could utilize
The words to keep it well
I'd write them down before the dawn
Of new memories fell.
Oct. 23, 2016
May 9, 2017
Getting lost
In a world unaware of the frost in the air
Even in this season
Of life.
.
We're together alone in the night,
As is everyone else.
Though the drive may be long
Turns rarely are wrong
When you're out getting lost in the night
.
The moon looks down,
As do I,
At the ground
And in turn I see life grow up.
My, what the moon must see.
.
Now back to the road
Where we all must be,
But,
Where are we?
"3 miles to Robesonia"
.
We're on our way home,
Although I guess we always were.
.
Speaking our minds
About bridges and skies and tunnels and lies,
Riding by signs
That don't tell us much,
And abiding the lines of the road.
.
The road lines
On bright rainy days when spirits are high,
And the long lost lawbreakers fell from the sky
We sat on the stoop and looked at the air
Surrounded by moments but never a care.
May 11, 2017
There are times at night
When my brain won't tell my fingers what to do.
They'll just, be
there
Millimeters and moments away from expression
...Can't you feel the tension?
The storm out on the roof, like bubbles popping in my bloodstream.
The air, hot and sticky and cold and still.
The elements are pounding away in my heart
Beating in the silence
Begging to spew across a screen
But where is that stubborn brain?
Why can my hands not move?
Why can I barely begin to describe the world from tonight's set of eyes?
.
I guess my brain
is caught in the rain.
Sept. 6, 2017
You step into my mind
When it’s lined with nails and tacks
You answer all my questions
Your brain is what mine lacks
.
And when my mind combusts
I trust that you’ll be there
To pick up all the pieces
And put them back with care
You
Nov. 2017
Jan. 16, 2018
It’s one of those nights where it seems as if I could fall asleep now and wake up twelve years ago
Barely remembering the whispers of my world
I would get out of bed, weightless
Go downstairs and eat cereal, the off brand kind
And never have to think about signing a lease
Or if my relationship with god would suffer if I swore more
Or don't capitalize the g
As I pour the milk, I’d never wonder about rising gas prices, and if that has something to do with the Middle East
Ma
the rocks are not the
focus of the rock garden
but the space between
Dusty train rides,
to a place I can breathe in again
and exhale the setting sun
March 2018
Haikus & Short Poems
from college
Toddler
Take it as you please,
Earl grey, green, or hot gossip,
At least, it's soothing
She counts up to ten
...three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
wait, what comes after?
Funny Haiku
Hahahahaha
Hahahaha hahaha
Haha hahaha
Sticky
Glass and molasses
drip sweetly onto the floor.
New house, same fighting
#23
Breakfast Fanfic
Square compartments of pleasure
Butter melts across the golden crust
I ask you, "how can you measure
the levels of my morning lust?"
I wake with desire
Hot cakes off the fire
A syrup drizzle
My passions sizzle
My fork in hand I bust
If all dogs go to
Heaven, are cats in H E
double hockey sticks?
I used to feel an obligation
to speak
to pour my heart out in black squiggles
in shapes of words I thought were pretty
or somehow meaningful
when in fact it wouldn't matter if
5 minutes to write a poem for the word resonate
Elaborate plan
to take my hand
and fly me to the moon
My wake up call,
and down we fall
reality resonates soon
Sitting alone,
no sound on my phone
but I'm still shaking in june
With Fags
Shadow(s)
If you think you see
the spaces beneath your feet
you might be flying
Fla_
June 2018
Forgotton Whoville Haze
201? ~ from travel
Staring
A wall is a house
for a painting.
It hangs in the balance,
drawing life from the plaster.
Weak with its age, withering from the weight of it's own conviction,
it waits to steal the gaze of passers by.
Like rays of sun it absorbs strength from observation.
An ancient family of oils intertwined, messy, with some sort of
meaning conveyed.
But it's hard to tell.
Work, Study this Wall
Nov. 2019
August 28th, 3:44
Tonight my mind is a slow and steady breeze
Left alone long enough to chill my bones
But my bones don't mind
The grass understands me as it tickles my spine
A shared knowledge of world above
Connects us
I am just one more blade of Earth's green coat
Staring at the stars
Together we watch the Big Dipper dip down
Past the hill
But the Dipper stands still
And the well-rooted grass has travelled one hundred miles more
2017
Time Running Out
All my life I’ve been running
In order to catch up with
Time, that I always
Thought was
Running
Out
.
But
As time
Runs out, it
In turn fills my life
With many memories
Of the amazing race I ran
Old Hershey Road
July 28th, 2016
Drive-by dreaming
of new horizons
Blessed with blissful fantasies
and an unexplainable happiness.
Resting upon optimism and hopeful hay bales,
I keep driving