Poems (collection 1.0)

c o n s e q u e n c e s

What's up with these late nights
What up with these long fights
Sometimes it feels like there's something crushing my head
Meanwhile my thoughts are worse than the monster under my bed
What am I doing
What was I thinking
Or was I thinking at all
I think the monster's getting too tall
I put these railings up so I wouldn't fall
But maybe I should just build a wall.

I'm trying to read your face
But I am new to the language
And my thoughts are all jumbled
Not sure if this is the right place
I don't want to stumble over the edge
Because of these thoughts, I've humbled.
But I'm not too sure.
I know I'm waiting too much
And patience is my forte
But the future is close enough to touch
And maybe I could focus better today
But I would rather not in fact
I'm actually just afraid to act
Because I'm scared of consequences
And it's like if I don't acknowledge that my actions cause them then maybe they will cease to exist and I -
Well
Maybe the world won't see how unguarded are my oblivious and inanimate fences.
And I'm trying hard to rhyme
But I just don't have the time
Because my thoughts fly by so fast
You hardly notice they were there and passed
And it's easier to let it be an uncontrolled mess
But messes have bad consequences
That I don't want to face
So I beg the world for Grace
I beg tomorrow will be new
Even though I know it won't
Because they all just blur together
Confusing and redundant and few
Knowing no one will see what I wrote
On the underside of the door as light as a feather.
And I can only hope
That I will be tossed a rope
Not a noose for me to hang on
But a tether for me to climb on
And that with all this that I do
If only I really knew
That in the end these defenses
Won't bring me consequences.