Messy Me

Sorry for being out of it the last few days. Life has taken a drastic turn, and my ability to write faltered for a day or two. But tonight, I took a short while and wrote a poem (something I haven't done in YEARS).



I hope you like it.

Mess:

Sometimes a mess can be dirty

Though these two are not one and the same

When there’s dirt please be wise

And just sanitize

Or get sick and know dirt is to blame.

Sometimes a mess is a problem

So much stuff that just gets in the way

You can do what you will

Trying everything, still

It gets bigger and bigger each day.

Sometimes a mess is just clutter

All the books that make homes off the shelf

Projects litter the floor

Your shoes blockade the door

And there’s no one to blame but yourself.

Sometimes a mess is exciting

Finding things you once forgot

Things you started to build

Or a diary half filled

With dreams that it turns out were not.

Sometimes a mess is a person

It’s all that they leave in their wake

Wherever they’ve been

You’ll know once you’ve seen

All the traces they’ve left by mistake.

Sometimes its mess that defines us

It tells those we love who we are

Little pieces of you

For them all to sort through

Learning what’s in your heart from afar.

Sometimes a mess is a lover

Their mess just one more of their charms

Like the kisses you share

All the secrets you bare

And the nights that you spend in their arms.

Sometimes their mess becomes memory

Something you no longer see

You’ll look high and look low

Pretty soon you will know

There’s nothing left of the mess that was me.

Sometimes a mess causes heartache

That sticks with you at any cost

Someone’s smell in the air

Just keeps lingering there

Reminding you of what you lost.

And sometimes a mess opens doorways

That never were open before

Once the mess is all through

There’s not much left to do

But to buck up and walk through the door.

Its not perfect, and not finished by a long shot. But its something I wanted to share as it was...currently a little bit of a poetic mess. 

Fitting, I think.

UPDATE: Any lines in bold were added as of 4/6/2012. Just letting it continue to grow.