Green stripes against
The watered down red wine carpet
Almost like Christmas in August
Minus the creepy fat man
Coming into your house
Via the chimney.
The blue lines dictate where the letters begin,
The ticking clock reminds the brain
Of life, time passing.
Light seeps into the room from
The over illuminated hallway,
Fluorescent lights clarifying every dimple,
Freckle, pimple and scar.
The hallways silent with sleeping children
Dreaming of fame, wealth and popularity.
The whirling of the AC separates the cool inside
From the sweltering heat
The setting sun left with the night.
The darkness brings no relief.
Vessels against the carpeted cement floor
Resonating like a sound wave
Through the whole body.
Pulsing from fingers to toes
In time with the metronome of the heart.
Each of the senses heightened
With the lack of sleep.
Joints swollen, pained from the strain of living
Every day is a new movement
In the symphony of life.
Every moment a new note is written
on another page
in the never ending book.
The soul swirling with emotion
Dizzies the eyes to realityŚ
What is seen
What is imagined.
Blank stares at a blank wall
Cause an eruption of creativity
Leading to hand cramps
And writing circles on the floor.
My mind, finally at peace,
At last able to leak some creativity
Onto an empty page.
Filling it with the emotion of
Black ink against a white sheet of