'Just Talk'

...I wro </u>te a p o e m...
Where in I fell asleep.
I woke up in a life like mine.
But everything important was removed.
No show was playing at the venue, no one was talking, the wind wasnt blowing
It was constantly raining.

[My parents were there.]

Nagging away and I got into my car to go to work.
Yet I found myself going towards the highschool.
On the way I got into an accident and died.
I wrote it as a memoire of a dream I had,
but it ended up being more then that
I tacked it to my wall
In reading it later I got out my paint and just . . .
Covered it up...


[You can only read the word rain.]

I dont know why i did it.
Why I even really wrote the poem.
It was a horrible dream.
An even worse poem.
I never THOUGHT about painting over it..

{I just}
[_d_i_d_]

I dont remember painting over most of it.
Tomorrow or tonight,
I'm going to paint over the black paint with blue.
So it will be locked inside my wall.
Under the coats of paint ,
Behind itself,
In silent fury.
Repeating what I didnt want to hear.
Showing itself what I stopped wanting to look at.

[Doing everything without me.]

...I wrote a p o e m ...
About painting the previous one,
but it slowly grew into a poem about loneliness and seclusion...
Using the painted poem as a metaphor for myself.
Painted and locked away where no one can see or hear me.
Because everything I offer isnt wanted.
This too I will paint into the wall.
1....2....maybe 3 coats of paint.

[Locking it in..]

Then another 6..7 c o a t s .
To hide ...
the BLACK
That covered it,
but I will paint this onto the wall behind my mirror.
Looking at it everyday,
yet somehow still managing to glance just past it.
Forgetting about it....
again...

..I wrote a poem....
Similar to the ones I will have painted into my memories,
but it was a poem about love.
Unbound love.
Spilling out of the preverbial cup, so to speak.
It went unnoticed.

the Poem did.

Almost symbolic of a love I had before.
Love from everyone.
Friendly love.
Family love.
Relationship l o v e.
I was loved and felt it.
So I wrote it down.
I fell asleep on the roof where i had written it.
My pad of paper on my lap

I fell asleep under the cloud scattered sky.
I woke up to r a i n.
Everything was ruined..
The i n k had smeared.
The p a p e r gone limp.
My thoughts silenced again.

What a strange series of events.
They never came one after another.
They came...

-S p a zm a ti c a l l y-</u>

When I was least expecting it.
Ruining the masterpieces of my mind.
Leaving me with the taunting
of something more beautiful,
Thats always just too far to reach.

...i WROTE</i> a poem...