Talking to Myself

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Indecisive to the direction I go,

You’re like the wind.

Taking misguided steps to nowhere,

your foot’s in front of the other—going somewhere.

Having nothing to offer within these bare branches,

you still reach out while standing tall.

I feel like I don’t belong.

You’re a flower in a misplaced forest.

When I’m lost in my flaws, I ask myself,

“How can I be lost if I’m everywhere?”

Synthetically-laced Puppet

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I’m a marionette,
Just a synthetically-laced puppet.
Always telling myself,
“I’m not a real boy yet.”

With four strings to manipulate,
It’s pretty hard to distinguish real from fake.
My actions–bending at its mercy.
Once it wears off—I have myself to blame.

I sit there,
grasping for air.
Waiting to perform,
‘till then, I sit and stare

It’s my normal,
Nothing new—it’s rather cordial.
I’m numb to everything around me,
Making my restrictions more hospitable.

I’m a marionette,
Just a synthetically-laced puppet.
Always telling myself,
“I’m not a real boy yet.”

Autumn

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October’s bellowing anger breaks and cleaves
the bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
in whose lament I hear a voice that grieves
for battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feud
of outraged men. Their lives are like the leaves
scattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blown
along the westering furnace flaring red.
O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,
the burden of your wrongs is on my head.

Written by: Siegfried Sassoon from his book, Counter Attack and other poems ©1918

This is a public domain book. All credit goes to Mr. Siegfried Sassoon

Autumn is Here

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Dressed in long-sleeve realities with bits of pumpkin spice casualties,
dare I say, “Autumn is here.”

With colors of yellow, orange, brown, and red above and below my head,
dare I say, “Autumn is here.

Mornings seem longer as I struggle to move from one place to another,
dare I say, “Autumn is here.

My pen twirls as thoughts begin to swirl,
dare I say, “Autumn is here.

Minds like cornucopias, we tend to the harvest of our own ideas.
During this time of year, to those who are far and near,

I say to you, “Autumn is here”.