Poems October 2010 – The Boy Behind The Glasses.

Funny – Tuesday 12th October 2010

let the fire burn down
to the grate
hold my hands up
and give into fate

the one at the convention
screaming not to be conventional
conformity is detention
and i am far too emotional

and i have always been –
a willing slave to your eyes
they do light up
in tandem with your smile

i think i quite like her
i think i feel relaxed
she is going away
so i will wait till she comes back

you can complain
when i have seemingly
written about you
you squeal
when i express how i truly feel

even though
you were not there
and my family,
you labelled as, ‘do not care’
but again,
you were not there

have i
wandered into chaos
and ill gotten vice
have i misread the sign
believing it says, ‘paradise’

you have defined as normal
rights
and so wrongs
someone said
‘by your age’

i find myself, leaning on you
and although i try not to contact
i find myself –
somehow, finding a reason –

my life is your farce
entering stage right
leaving by the left
consumed by stage fright

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