Societies standards

withered thoughts and clouded minds

taught only by societies style

boxed houses uniform without distinction

person to person the same

experiences only of necessity and routine

black and white is the rainbow

no laughter or songs to sing

living zombies of society is what we shall be





This is me

Spoken words twisted and clumsy fall from my lips

In a corner of a crowded room flooded with continuous thought

did you notice?

As the music soothes me my body sways  a smile tilts my lips

No thoughts past the moment

did you see?

Ink stained fingertips words flowing

pages upon pages

I am content

This is me