the library of poetry

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

i no longer feel like myself

frantic swirls drawn in the corners

of my notebook

I want control

I want it bad

I want to look the way I feel

I want to be healthy

Naturally

Not so fucking lazy

Get a grip, get up, run

Do jumping jacks

Lift weights

Only after you’ve

Scrolled for hours

Guess I’ll write

Instead of doing what I need

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

please

please tell me every way in which you love me

please show me who i am in your eyes

for i am insecure

far more than i thought i was

and i need it

and i need you

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

in a metaphor; simplified,

they will attempt to take our truth and beauty

they will remove it from our systems

they will replace it with others

we will be forced to comply

i will not comply

i will create

i will attempt to take what they have made

and break it, twist it, far out of their control

they will wish they did not make

the mistake

i will create so much to prove that i can

to prove that

i am

for this little light of mine

will not stop shining

until theirs fades away

and the last gleam is drowned out

by the light of human minds

humanity, nature, the need to create

beyond prompts for the lazy

will win

i hope

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

I’ve lost the spark

which is odd when i am made

of the same as stars

my heat does not have the same effect

instead it becomes sweat

from my loss of motivation

joy turned to work

and i am trudging along

trying to find my way back

to a world of which i belong

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

how nice it is to have a friend

one to talk to

to have fun with

to be spontaneous and to have joy

be crazy, my friend, never lose it

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

stardust is everywhere

what hell for someone who would

rather not be seen

but someone looking in would say

oh, how beautiful

i see you in everything

what about my uniqueness?

if i want to be the only thing

quite like me

don’t describe me

it won’t be true if you try

i am anonymous

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

Can you hear the snow?

Hold yourself close to the window

Press your ear against the glass

And listen to its whispers

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

Hide in the shadows

An eye peeking out

Silent tears stifled by fear

Curl up

Shiver as you wait

like a glass of water sitting on the edge of a table

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

The peace of still water

A break from the noise

Dip your face in and feel the life

As your breath in yields no air

and the only thing you can think

is the present

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

we walked to the graveyard

vigilo and i

such a curious creature

after walking for a while

we come upon a stone

with one name

no last name

no dates

just an ornate stone

Frank

“i knew her once”

“how do you know who it is?”

“we placed the stone together”

“what…happened?”

“the death of an old life

was just as important

as the life she wanted to lead.

it was necessary to lay that to rest.”

i did not ask who she was

he did not tell me

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

i want to write of you

i want to write of your brown eyes

and your smile that lights up a room

i want to write of the way your hair ruffles when you’ve just woken up

i want to write of the way you cradle my head

and press kisses to my cheeks

and of how i think of it when you’re gone

i want to write of the words you speak to me

and the way your eyes dart down

when i’m talking

i want to write of every way you make me feel

that i must put it in lines like these

to try and capture how you make me feel

and how

i want to write of you

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

when i was small

after watching a movie

or reading a book

i would imagine what it felt

to have magic

i would point my hand at an object

hold it there for minutes

trying to feel the power

a buzz to my fingertips

it never happened

i still try occasionally

to feel magic

i think it exists somewhere in all of us

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

i got home an hour ago

from my walk

with a confusing door

and a bright light

i’ve been sitting in my living room

candles lit

reading

there is a stubborn cat on the porch

with a loud voice

it is cold

and the cat wants in

i open the door and it stops,

sniffs around for a moment

and saunters in

like it’s been here before

i sit down on the floor

and offer it my finger, which it sniffs

and rubs its face against

i decide i quite like cats

or this one at least

dark brown, mottled fur

and bright eyes

large and inquisitive

it tells me things

mysteries of the world

stories of its travels

homes it’s been included in

i am one of many

just a part of its life

this cat

lives a life asynchronous to mine

he talks as if he experiences it all

at once

how full his life must be

he calls himself Vigilo Aevum

to watch all time

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

i must create

crafts, music, singing, poems

all of it

get it out!

it’s stuck inside me and it boils around

spinning in circles

i can feel it itching beneath my skin

frantic typing

scribbles past the point of a hand cramp

humming that bursts out to a melody

tapping on a desk

mapping out guitar chords with fingers

it can’t stay inside me

i need to learn

music theory

dancing

i want to live the thrill of a leap in the air as a crescendo of music arcs in my ears

and i can feel it in my skin

i want to slam my fingers onto a piano and have it sound right and beautiful

one big, beautiful life

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

i miss the thrill

i miss the lights, bright and blinding

hoping to god a line isn’t missed

the last minute replacements when someone goes missing

the closing night tears

sloppy choreography that doesn’t matter because it’s just a school program

improv games

staying up too late for rehearsal

past dark

waiting for a ride in the snow

i miss it so

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

i would love to go on an adventure

i think them up in my head sometimes

they don’t all have to be important

just for me

what, after all, is so great about

an adventure for someone else?

it feels so

boring

unmotivated

i would like to find castles

magic and floating lights

twisted trees that speak

creatures that spin riddles of thin air

or perhaps go on a journey

for hidden treasure

just for me

how selfish

follow clues

and uncover corpses

beautiful and lonely and grotesque

preserved flowers held in a death grip

why did i grow up

and learn that such an adventure is rare

instead i must go down rabbit holes

online

i wish to go out into the world

and find such things

[thoughts-from-an-unknown-poet]

fibonacci

a never ending spiral

until the atoms can spin no longer

do they get tired

of spinning all day?