It was then I punched the wall
Not to hurt it or hurt me
But rather something unseen,
Hateful and tense
Shamefully paying heed
To the tattered knuckles of necessity
Loosing so much more than composure
Time and affection,
My creative expression,
Mortal and moot
Scraped away like the sole of a boot
And after so many miles,
I don’t really remember whose shoes
-Galwyn
And as the ashes meet the air
I’m clouded with perspective
For she was neither here or there
And my pleading – ineffective
As she’s carried by the wind
In myriad direction
I realize that while we urn
We cannot give protection
-Galwyn
In my final hours
I hope that they might think me strong
Through all the tears that I’ve held back
I whisper that I’m scared
They understand
And I am gone
-Galwyn
“I miss you”
The words trapped
Beyond fiberous flap
Tethered with awakened glue
Kissed with teardrops shed for you
And as the paper plane sits
I’m unsure if I should open or send it
As I forgot whom it had been addressed to
Me,
You,
Or perhaps us two?
-Galwyn
Tell me all the sordid things we’d do,
If we were young
And point me to the million stars,
That we’d end up among
These little lies of no surprise
Lay gently on my face
Like effervescent kisses
That I would never erase
Tell me of the way we’d be,
If we had never met
These white lies fill the spaces in,
Of sorrows I forget
-Galwyn
Passionate and pliant
Spontaniously reliant
Rebelliously compliant
And cooperatively defiant
This friend I hold so dearly
And whom I loved so nearly
Yet we failed oh so clearly
While we both tried so sincerely
-Galwyn
Life
Religion
Romance
Love
These opinions rise and grow
Music
Humor
Politics
From meaning sown below
But do not sew them in your chest
Or treasure them by heart
For when they climb the garden wall
Your leaves are sprayed apart
Herbicide and verbicide
“Who cares what you have to say?”
“You’ve put too much thought into this”
Greenery clipped away
What’s the point in learning more?
Putting opinions in the sun?
The world will mow you,
To shallowest point
To be like everyone
I won’t stop building what I know
After each and every cleaving
Perhaps opinions fall down low
Without ever really leaving
-Galwyn
