I Lost My Mind – A Poem

A forgotten poem from 2000 – 2007. This one is pretty weird and a fun thought experiment. I have no idea what the inspiration was or how to interpret the descriptions. I hope those reading it enjoy this one as much as I did when I rediscovered it.


I Lost My Mind

Once upon a time I lost my mind
The chase led me to an open field
Filled with flowers towering over head
With balloon dogs chasing bubbles
Floating gently above a restless creek
Stocked with bathing rainbow fish
And cellophane men came tumbling down
Crashing apart as they hit the ground
Leaving me to search this awful place
As the skies caressed the clouds
And drops of silver rain did fall
And filled the stream with horrid screams
That led my troubled mind back home
To bed for normal, happy dreams


Thank you for taking the time to read this poem today! Have you ever found any of your old writing? What did you think of it? What do you think of this one? I’d love to hear in the comments!

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A Moment Aflame – A Poem

Here’s a poem I wrote in 2016. Some poems age into themselves and their meanings change to readers over time based on current events. I won’t attempt to provide explanation or analysis. I do hope it resonates with you though.

As usual, the poem is mostly unrelated to the image

A Moment Aflame

at tables cleaned and polished by our own hands we sit
attempting personal renaissance:
a moment in time caught fire.
we sit, write, talk, eat, drink, breathe in-
to creation
the desperation
for a life out-
side of this very existence
controlled by desire to satiate the disease of purpose
symptoms driven deep into young minds by
careless words;
unanswered questions:
unfulfilled dreams pushed onto another generation
as lost grown children wander with empty eyes and imploding hearts.

they told us we were equal,
instead,
we are searching for explanations –
why this world has treated our existences like matches:
struck aflame
burned out
thrown away

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