Dressing with the shades up
Leaving the door unlocked
Always forgetting to set my clock
I don't learn until
I've stumbled over the rock
But, then
I forget again...
Wait-
I warily walk over
Those street gratings
I don't fall in, but
I might get caught in the wind
Shaking like a leaf on a tree
Because I know I'm ME
Vulnerable
To the changes in the sun
Vulnerable
When I'm caught with my zipper undone
Vulnerable
When I'm all alone
And I need someone
Vulnerable
To my head
Every decision I make
From getting in
To getting out of bed
Everything I've done and said
I'm still dressing without
Pulling the shades down
Putting on make-up
Like a circus clown
Trying to hide a frustrated frown
Parading through town
As ME
So... vulnerable
To the life that surrounds
Vulnerable
To the changes in the sun
Vulnerable
When my zipper's undone
Vulnerable
When I'm all alone
And I need someone
Vulnerable
TO THE MAN WITH THE GUN
_____________________________
(A poem I wrote in high school ages ago (I graduated over 10 years ago). At least I think I wrote it... I neglected to write or type my name on it... and it's been printed out. Found it yesterday while digging through some old stuff.)
Leaving the door unlocked
Always forgetting to set my clock
I don't learn until
I've stumbled over the rock
But, then
I forget again...
Wait-
I warily walk over
Those street gratings
I don't fall in, but
I might get caught in the wind
Shaking like a leaf on a tree
Because I know I'm ME
Vulnerable
To the changes in the sun
Vulnerable
When I'm caught with my zipper undone
Vulnerable
When I'm all alone
And I need someone
Vulnerable
To my head
Every decision I make
From getting in
To getting out of bed
Everything I've done and said
I'm still dressing without
Pulling the shades down
Putting on make-up
Like a circus clown
Trying to hide a frustrated frown
Parading through town
As ME
So... vulnerable
To the life that surrounds
Vulnerable
To the changes in the sun
Vulnerable
When my zipper's undone
Vulnerable
When I'm all alone
And I need someone
Vulnerable
TO THE MAN WITH THE GUN
_____________________________
(A poem I wrote in high school ages ago (I graduated over 10 years ago). At least I think I wrote it... I neglected to write or type my name on it... and it's been printed out. Found it yesterday while digging through some old stuff.)
