Poems

MADE IN HIS MOLD

My life is an endless void
filtering obstacles of
lies
doubt
jealousy
struggle
stressful imagination
My life is a dream catcher
inviting the good thoughts
dreams
avoiding the bad
My soul is a train
continously moving
picking up ideas; imagery
dropping off demons who taunt me
My soul is a heartless creature
to some
to many it is a confusing being
in their mind
myself included
My heart is a factory
pumping out emotions
and signals
letting me know 'how'
I should feel
and what I should do
My heart is not evil nor good
it is a biological
judgement tool that I need
everyone needs
to live
My whole as a living human
is a complicated ball of threads
muscle
bone
sensory
organ matter
a biological city that never sleeps
My whole as a living human
is complexed
perplexed
and vexed
all fluctuaiting constantly
creating waves
a rollercoaster of feelings
This is me
Nice to meet you