This isn’t necessarily a “happy” poem but it makes me “happy” that after 20 years, I still have this poem.
It exposes the truth of how I felt then and how it echoes how I have been feeling lately……
famous (May 1995)
can’t even write
don’t know what to say
there is no light
to make me feel okay
uncomfortable in my shoes
punishing my feet
put them to use
just to look neat
knuckles i crack
to help me think
i arch my back
and try not to blink
sitting and staring
looking around me
emotional bearings
trying to escape me
music without
i am bored
entering of doubts
cannot afford
i am distant
apart from friends
this very instant
too much blends
my head explodes
whenever i am lonely
the memories implode
crying…only
wish i were famous
never have to worry
time makes us
life is a hurry