Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts

These are Thoughts.

So I have this notebook.
It's where I write all my poems (and some other stuff).
And on the cover, it says Organized Chaos.
So that's where the title of this anthology comes from. Just thought you should know. (Harry Potter reference there. Anyone get it? No? Yeah, didn't think so. I'm a little too geeky for my own safety, if I'm honest.)
Uhhhhh yea.....welcome to a bunch of poems by me.
Sorry -
thoughts.

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-smo

No,
These are not poems.
So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page.

These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, crushing with an unbearable weight on my shoulders, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible thoughts, hidden behind a wall put up not only for protection from the outside, but to protect the outside from the chaos within.
These are thoughts.

These are thoughts,
Feelings,
Love,
Hope,
Decay,
Wanting,
Trust,
Fear.

The ruffled flap of a bird's tired wings as he takes off on his flight, knowing where he will land but not knowing the way there.
The swaying of a tree, blown by the storm so powerful the tree does not know if it will survive, but it knows there must be a way.
The desperate outreach of a girl so beaten down by the endless flight to destinations unknown, the unforgiving storm pressing down upon her from the inside, the outreach so desperately needed but so harshly discouraged, the outreach that could save her if only she knew how.

These are my thoughts, and this is my outreach.