~~Poetry~~Do You Want To Get Inside of My Brain? ~~Poetry~~

~~Poetry is for everyone~~ Do You Want To Get Inside My Brain? ~~Poetry is for everyone~~

~a ramblin’ mambler~

Hello, Poetry Friends!♥♥♥

Poetry is for everyone. I started writing poetry when I was 9 years old. My mom had read my diary and read that I’d rather be dead than shy. She confronted me when I got home. I got scolded and decided to start writing in code. I could write anything I wanted and no one ever knew if it was true, or just creative writing. So I guess I owe it all to my mom! 

~Poetry is for everyone~

Today’s poem is silliness mixed with fantasy. Those may be my favorite types of poems. Sometimes my poetry can get pretty off the wall. I keep some of those pieces to myself. 🙂

Poetry is for everyone! ♥♥♥

place it in a jar and stir it all around?

do you want to poke inside my overcrowded mind?

are you already there? 

I remember someone once saying
they made it inside my tainted  brain

they said it was beyond scary

I got kind of angry because I took it personally

thinking the person hated me 
so I even blocked them

later, I came to my senses 
and asked for them to take  me back

they accepted, and I have
learned my lesson ever since

not that I don’t ever
have to disappear

I do, but usually only temporarily

unless you have really hurt me
because it’s all I can handle
and I’ll fully admit it

I might look like a phoney 
because I keep coming and going
but it’s not meant to hurt anyone
I’m just trying to protect myself
and sometimes the poison seeps too far
and I have to go and hide for a while

I’m here, there, and everywhere
and I’m usually a step ahead
with my words
but we can still be friends 
if you can handle my mental mess

sometimes I want to get away
maybe on a boat, but I’m scared
of the sea and ocean
so maybe on a lake

actually, I don’t think
I like boats

no, I want to be on land

we can travel
over the water 
and find an island
with no one else around

I could go and stand out
in the sun without hiding

I love to travel through my imagination
it makes me think I’m on an adventure
when all I’m doing is sitting in my chair

maybe someday I’ll take you there

or perhaps I have already
without even knowing

Thanks for reading! Until next time, stay safe and be blessed! 🙂

~Poetry is NOT dead!~