A Highway at Night Part 2

The fog has
cleared, and now
all I see
is empty road
ahead of me,
so I press
on the gas.

The world outside
becomes a blur.
I must be
in a Toyota
because the pedal's
stuck, and the
brakes have failed.

I've lost control.
I should see
my exit soon,
but I'm moving
so fast that
I think I
might miss it.

Ocean Gray

The crisp, cool wind
blows in my face
as I look out at the sea.

I walk along
the rocky shoreline,
staring at the gray water,
and I suddenly realize

I'm lost.

So I jump in,
lie on my back,
and look up at the cloudy sky.

And I let the current carry me
home.

Firepit

The words that come
are drab. Unfeeling.
Who knew words
could carry no meaning?

But this time they have
no meaning to wear.
They just take up space
in the pit where

the fire usually ignites
and burns itself out.
There's no spark tonight
aching to get out,

but I stack the logs and sit,
fatigue leaving me dazed,
waiting for a match
to rekindle the blaze.

Intro

Sooo the umwc blog is pretty much not being used anymore and Windows Live kinda broke the Skydrive UI so it's harder to share poems. As a result, I'll probably be cross posting new poems here. The authoritative source for my work is still my skydrive, though.

The Pen

The ink fills up
and starts
leaking
so I pull out
a sheet of paper
and give my ink a place to go.

At first
it clumps and stains.
The lines are
   crooked
and the let-
ters straggle.
I can almost read the words.

But I soon get used
to using the pen
and controlling
the flow of my ink.
The lines straighten
and sentences form.
Paragraphs appear
and soon whole stories.

And then one day
the pen runs dry.
The unending flow of ink has
stopped.
The pen is locked away in a drawer
and forgotten.

Until suddenly the ink
starts
dripping
again.

But I don't remember
how to control it.
The ink is leaving marks everywhere
and I search frantically
for my pen.

"Here it is!"
I've found the drawer
so I pull out
another sheet of paper
and give my ink a place to go.

The Waterskin

The water flows
slowly
but consistently
and eventually fills
and overflows
but still the water runs
and the waterskin stretches until it
bursts.