More Poetry

Understand Me

My mental illness
Is like paint
Splashed
On a great statue.
It doesn't change the fact
That the statue is great.
I was carved by a master,
And I won't let that splash of chartruse
Make me any less than
What he carved.




You Can't Paint Over Wallpaper

How can one little change
Have such a magnificent effect.
Like yellow roses or red.
Bumble bees or hornets.
Salt water or fresh.
In these differences,
Small as they might be,
A whole world can change.




The Veiw

Sometimes the moon is dark.
Sometimes it's hidden behind clouds,
But it still exists.
And all those stars you can't see in the city,
Those constillations are all still the same.
Moving slowly across the sky.
Sometimes it takes the desert.
If you lay on your back in the dirt,
Somehow you can see the galaxy.