Can’t You Help?

When I look inside,
What do I see?
No place to hide,
Just me.

Look at me,
I am hidden.
You can't see,
The parts forbidden.

What is Real,
What is not?
How to feel,
About my thought.

Can't you see through it all,
Can't you help, lest I fall?

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Rain on the Roof

Sheets of rain,
Across the roof.
Hoping that,
It's waterproof.

For being wet,
I don't mind.
But in the proper,
Place and time.

Not in bed,
Middle of night.
Drips of head,
Waking fright.

For all things,
A season.
For that though,
No reason.

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#BadPoetryThursday – Against the Wind

Against the Wind

The winds of Time?
They forever blow.
And so…
We run against the Wind.


Not my normal #BadPoetryThursday, but perhaps just as bad. This is a small bit of free verse that came to me the other day while I was out on a bike ride, and it, unlike most thoughts I have while out running or biking, stuck with me.

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#BadPoetryThursday – Reach the Sky

The question remains,
Why even try?
For how can we reach,
That far away sky?

Feet planted in earth,
Head in the clouds,
All the world,
Bringing me down.

So what to do,
And how to live,
When we've got no more,
Cares to give?

Live the life.
Don't heed to the haters.
Every single day,
Make it greater.

Always remember the love you make,
Don't let them, your life away, take.

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#BadPoetryThursday – Still We Run

Road weary,
And still we run.
Why do it?
We say it's fun.

Though it's hot,
And oft we complain.
We always come back,
Is that sane?

You tell me,
Cause I don't know.
Trails and roads,
Off we go.

Though one day I'll be on the shelf,
As for now, the miles won't run themselves.


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#BadPoetryThursday – Troubles Along the Way

Here I am,
Running the park.
There I go,
Funning 'til dairk.

So what?
Been a rough day.
The troubles?
Left along the way.

I can't do it.
Just can't explain.
The release happens,
Inside my brain.

It's not bad,
You really should try.
Trust me,
You probably won't die.

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#BadPoetryThursday

Too Early Morning 

Cold morning,

I’m warning,

Ya, I had a long night.

Oh, I’ll be alright.


Pretty soon,

It’ll be noon.

Out the bed,

I’ll roll my head.


Start the day,

A late way.

Brew for me,

All the coffee.


Until the night again I greet,

Carried there with tired feet.

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