A Sample Poem - The Hairs in my Lungs

Air passes by the bristles along the walls of my lungs,

As I sit in bed and listen to acoustic voices and guitars.

I see the dim light of my lamp,

And all the objects that it’s reflecting light off of.

As far as smelling goes,

It’s the tree that stands,

Outside my window.

I access my memories like an ATM.

And all my hairs stand on their toes.

Stone cold Spanish seekers climb through caves of time,

As I lay face down and my cheeks taste grass.

God is forgiving me for the food I have stolen,

I pray.

Ten dollars in my pocket and a rugged personality;

I spend 80% of the money I have on paint supplies.

Dark blues and gold find smiles on the faces of depressed;

Blood and silver fly through clouds and lightning.

I jumped in anticipation of Joy.

In the cave I consider myself.

Echoes became something other than nothing,

Discovering the rhythm of a soul is as simple as pots and pans.

I fell off of the wooden roller coaster.

My sorrow can be described as the chewing of nails.

Sometime I’d like to circle around,

But life isn’t that way is it?

I hide under the sheets but really I’m performing, foreshadowing, entertaining,

The audience eager to smell the inside of my grandmother’s home.

The adventure I’m on when I look at my grandfather’s photo of the Appalachian,

Reminds me,

Of the difference between a duck,

And the tears form in my eyes,

As a bug crawls up my notebook.

That bug is my father.

Another one follows the first one.

Water washes away every dust and dirt,

Inside and outside my body.

I feel refreshed and alive, beyond my senses,

As I stare at the light reflected off of my water bottle,

And as I breathe,

My memory offers the picture of my niece,

Playing alone in the grass fields of Seattle,

And how I made that my Cover photo,

And how I water-colored it too,

But I couldn't paint my niece,

So she looked like a ghost.

I tied my tie –

The cloth comforted my cackling callouses.

I picked up my guitar;

The damn thing bruised my hands.

I find some meaning,

Behind and in front of,

The rivers of emotions,

And the deep breaths.