Lying there on the fluffy thing I didn't hear anything So comfortable The softest pillow Feeling so mellow
By Christopher Beard20 days ago in Poets
I woke up and it was a sad day Outside it was grey Didn't have much to say Wanted to play But nobody ever wanted to pay
Beyond the expanse of the expanse Continuing into the unknown Delving into the void Putting everything in But getting nothing out
By Christopher Beard27 days ago in Poets
Lying there not wanting to move You have no idea if things will improve Saying to yourself that you have nothing to lose
It was the best time then No one now would know Only those that were there Now it is strange how they stare Seems like these days nobody could care
By Christopher Beard29 days ago in Poets
They thought it was about them No one was listening The words were calling but nobody was there The sounds were shouting but couldn't be heard
The words won't work Nothing will come out The page is empty All is blank I don't know what they want Can't tell what will be right
By Christopher Beardabout a month ago in Poets
It was never fair They would not let me there Never any doubt But that is not what this is all about The place I wanted to be
I didn't want to be here Standing on the edge Wasn't the best place to take a fall But they continued to call
It arrived the other day Just sitting there in the middle of the room Wasn't sure what to do about it Something not quite right
It attracts all Not sure if it is a ball Everything seems to heed it's call Never seems to appall It collects them all
The breeze blows Allowing for the flow Neither this way or that The wind moves in the direction it pleases The brisk breeze plays in the way it wants
