I’ve always been Nobody,
gratefully.
How dreary to think
I came close
just one time
to being
Somebody.
I don’t need riches
and I don’t need fame
but once it would be nice
to live without blame.
I’ll always be Nobody,
thankfully.
How hopeful you were
that I just might
turn out to be
the scapegoat
you needed.
I don’t want you
and I don’t want that life
but still the thought
of a day without strife.
I am Nobody,
hopefully.
The window
is open,
let there be air.
The birds
are singing,
the breeze in my hair.
The chipmunks
are running
from here to there.
The cat
is napping,
leave me alone.
My mind wanders all too easily these days.
Perhaps since my body cannot
my mind overcompensates
and all the trips I take
are like lost moments of mine;
I can’t even remember
if I had a good time.
And when I return
from wherever it is I’ve been
the work that is before me
is even more daunting
than when I left.
Vacations, these trips are not,
and relaxation is not a result
but one thing is for sure
the cause to blame
is being an adult.
You ask so much of me
and yet you want nothing;
this contradiction stands
always at the front
of my thoughts.
And your presence lingers
always larger than life,
always stealing the scene,
always in my way.
Have you ever thought
of a world outside your own?
Do you even know others exist
when you’re all alone?
I challenge you to break me
and you’re always ready
for the task.
Take my heart,
take my breath,
take my soul,
take your time,
since I’ve got eternity
left to burn.
I have lived this day,
this moment,
this breath
all took place
sometime before.
I can feel it
but I don’t
remember it.
You were there
and so was she
but in this other life,
you picked me.
Those puppy dog eyes
sure have stories they can tell.
I am listening.
I crossed out the words so many times
and flipped the page over
to start fresh on new lines.
A poem about things
is too general it seems
and doesn’t hit home
but is more like internet memes.
A laugh from the back
and a vacant stare
are all I could win
with words written so bare.
I can’t let it out
but I can’t keep it in
so where do I stand
to hide from the Devil’s grin?
Sometimes I think am dead
with each day the same
as the last.
The thought crosses my mind,
would I even know?
Then the pain starts to flare
and I know for sure
I am still here
because death wouldn’t hurt
this bad,
would it?
Flitter by again,
I dare you.
You think you’re so fast
don’t you.
Just wait,
as am I
and you’ll see
that I’m quicker
than you’ll ever be.
Here I am
at the proverbial crossroads
and like others before me
I stand alone.
I look left
and then I look right
knowing that my fate
is already set in stone.
I could travel
the same distance both ways
and never know
what never was.
I could stay here
and set up camp
living my life with no
purpose or cause.
The luxury some have
to take their time
and decide
while others
must move quickly
and not hide.
Frost, he could travel both
but a man I am not
so why not venture out,
change course,
and zig-zag between
what will be and
what might be?
Or yet again,
I could follow no path,
forge my own
and cover my tracks
so no other mortal
could ever find
the real me.
Autumn Siders 