“Nero fiddled while Rome burned.”
I am Nero and I am Rome.
I fill my mind with emptiness.
From my heart fashion halls of stone.
I’ve stomach enough for choicest poison.
While for nourishment I’ve little taste.
I should bend my knees and supplicate.
Instead I stand, the queen of endless wastes.
Kindly God, besiege this city
That I call my heart and mind.
Help me right what has so long been wrong
While for change I still have time!
My pen drumming on my notebook.
Steady rain falling.
A hammer in the distance.
My heart when you catch my eye.
You are a fire that burns in my mind.
A jolt in my chest like I’d been hit by lightning.
A much better subject for thought I could find.
But my goodness, you do get me writing!
A river of glass flows smoothly past.
Turned blue as it mirrors the sky.
A gift for the artist. The overthinker.
And all who notice this Earth we pass by.
I’m dreaming of a beach again.
The Sun up high, overheating the sand.
I convince myself that’s all I need
To fix me.
But I realize I’d gaze at those endless waves
I want to do something stupid
To scare my heart awake.
Some past logical, but before sinful,
The chance I want to take.
I don’t even know what change I want,
But I know that I’m tired of the same.
If I keep being Ms. Sound and Rational
I feel like I might go insane.
When two lost hearts find each other
Could be art
Could be disaster.
I have a big, warm bed which only one person lays in.
Soft arms and a soft heart and nobody to wrap in them.
I have a sense of humor but no one’s laugh to make me crazy.
My problem is I’m lonely and from that I wish you’d save me.
Sometimes I’m so afraid
That I mistake my scared for angry.
I’ll think how I don’t need you
While praying that you want me.
You are like an atom bomb
To my exhausted calm.
Your each offhand remark
Is a candle to my dark.
It’s just simple communication
But it drives me to creation.