Windows that aren’t real windows.
Outside is fake too.
The fence is real though, I tried.
Crayons aren’t sharp.
But maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be.
They turn the phones off at this time.
And force us outdoors.
But it’s just another layer, another layer…
When I’m bored, I shower.
I shower with flip flops.
I shower in the afternoon when everyone is sleeping.
In this hidden place.
I can spin around, and hum, and laugh to myself.
I try to hide that kind of behavior.
So they will eventually let me leave.
Categories:
fenced, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
. for public domain
Ivory towers, long corralled and walled
behind an ever present iron fence,
execute the will of an elite called,
gilded they serve and glow with intelligence.
And some beyond the privileged boundaries,
where Nature governs by its cruel whims,
and casts long shadows of vagaries,
not blessed to sing the heavenly hymns,
raise our ears above the din to hear
civilized melodies of score and chant,
to fill our days with a Life held dear,
to bear the brunt of cacophonous rant.
Categories:
fenced, song,
Form: Rhyme
While walking by a fence one day,
I saw some roses start to sway
As summer breezes blew our way
Beneath blue skies without clouds.
The breezes caused red roses to
Dance and curtsy, as dancers do,
Do swings and sways and then do bows
Under summer’s warming sun.
I stood, for some time, watching them,
Very pleased at their fenced in dance,
As they displayed their pedals red
To me and all passing by.
Then, on I walked to get things done
The very many tasks I’d do.
But, with me I would carry them
In my mind and memory.
W.C.Hull © 2020-WCH20-WCH1-20
W.C.Hull © 2020-H1449-2559-I52-K52-27-L59-26
Categories:
fenced, roses are red,
Form: Free verse
A greasy, thin mop of blazing red fire,
Milky complexion with looks so sickly.
Need of hobbies and human friends so dire.
With head low, he walks with purpose, quickly.
Surly an outcast in society,
To himself he spits out fragments of rage.
“You’re worthless;” words straight from anxiety.
Self-hatred so deep at such a young age.
The voices in his subconscious prevail.
Medication left on the counter top.
Roof of the building he stands: “just inhale.”
At this point he feels as if there’s no stop.
Eyes sowed shut, feeling weightless, head pounding.
Schizophrenia, always surrounding.
Categories:
fenced, depression, grief, hurt, mental
Form: Iambic Pentameter
fenced in
yellow bitter weed field...
horses graze
Categories:
fenced, animal, nature,
Form: Haiku
If we have a poor perception of self
wouldn't we also....
have a poor projection of self
would it stand too reason...
poorly combined
would lead us to self deception
while we decieve others into
believing something we don't believe
our negative self.....
If we hate ourself
we'll naturally hate others
even if we try to fake it...
if we're insecure with ourself
we search for security from others
but,wouldn't insecurity fester like cancer?
It's all been said before,
the blind leading the blind
misery loves company
but....
when do we find it within' ourselves
to rise above our vulgar behaviors
and recognize that our warring
stems from our own sense of insecurity
......it only gets worse,before it gets better
Categories:
fenced, life, people, philosophy, hate,
Form: Free verse