bring me back to life

oh someone write me something, show me something, something. lately, i've had little jolts of life. but i haven't seen that thing that brings me back for a long period of time. it's just one night. when am i going to go on that 3 month streak? where i write beautiful, live beautiful, and see beautiful? i look at a poem i wrote about 2 people not being able to communicate and i was impressed. when will i write something like that again? maybe never. what a scary thought.

how do those poets write a poem with so much meaning, so much depth, so much action, so much love, so much - showing, not telling - and still say it in 5 words? all i got is a children's poem. maybe i was made for that. shel silverstein, ts eliot, and dr. seuss - rocking my world. if only emily could tell me her secrets.

finding the pieces

when the moonshine runs out
and the laughter dies away,
bring me back a piece of
my heart to life that day
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we'll need every part we can find
or forever lost it will be
to the sands of time in a rhyme-
fulfilled destiny

where does life come from?
how deep is the ocean?
how far away is the sun?
how far can i run?

do the clouds ever stop growing?
and where do they always go?
questions filled my childhood
that left me long ago

i wonder if she likes me
maybe she's picking petals
i just can't think straight
until the butterflies settle

maybe i'll write her a poem
and put it on her desk
she'll discover the gift
after reccess

i want to go away,
to college far away
no more parents no more rules
i'm going to do what i say

clean your room!
do the dishes!
no more no more
of doing parents wishes.

when i'm gone
please bring me back
to a childhood heart
that never was sad

if memory fails
and written words lie
forget my name and my face
i'll be ready to die

but until then every time i get lost,
if still the sea is blue and sun, still red,
tell me to come back across:
wake me - i wouldn't rather be dead.