Hazarding Heptad

Reach for a new sheet of paper

For all the thoughts that weigh

Running out of ink now

Let's put all these words away

Seven years worth of them 

Sure adds up to a lot

Shape them all to form me

And everything I'm not

How to sort through them -

Stacked in pillars about my head

How to deny them -

All the words I ever bled

Sure adds up to a lot -

Dripping out of me everyday

Perhaps I'll take a sabbatical 

And clear all these cuts away

I've earned it now, you see

Seven years giving my best

I'm running out of words now

Seven years worth - how can I fill the rest?

Perhaps this is all I have -

Is there anything worth writing left inside of me?

I'm bound to run dry someday

It's just a question of when that'll be

Asking myself yearly -

What more can I possibly say?

I pick up my pen regardless

And give all my words away

Dried Paint

Waiting for the grass to grow

And for the paint to dry

Waiting for myself to stop

Watching the night sky

Waiting for the phone to ring

For you to want to talk

Waiting for the seas to drain

And for the trees to walk

Waiting for the lines to sound

Right in every way

Waiting for the pain to leave

And for the love to stay

Waiting for you to show

That you really care

Waiting to breathe in water

And swim through air

Waiting for the storm inside

To finally make a sound

Waiting for it to matter

When I'm not around

Waiting for the courage

Waiting to catch a break

Waiting for my hands to still

And for the mountains to shake

Waiting all of my life

Waiting just to know

That I should have stopped waiting

A long, long time ago