first stab at a poetry blog.

This blog is meant to be really open and revealing... I write tons more than I say, and most often in the form of poetry. Here's one I wrote a few nights ago, written as it was in my leather journal from italy:

June 29

There's an angst swirling inside me
I want to be free
I am free, I am hoping for such a great future
For such a great preface for good times
And all this swirling in my mind
At night I feel lonely
No I'm not the only
one trying to protect my insides
just wish someone would get through
Do I want to get through
another person's outside
impression? we all know impressions
Now I leave expressions all behind
want to let the world in
but ive got filters built in
right now there's a brick blocking the road from my eyes
reading words on a page
to the intricate ways of my greyscale mind
i could say i'm not fine, but who's fault is it but mine?
complainers don't gain a new frame
they're framed in
and the pressure is binding
to always be found in the finding
even when the wear is grinding you down,
you just turn around

so uncomfortable with letting go
so preoccupied, not trying to hide
nothing cheers me up, the half empty cup
lost a drop more now
filled up with "don't know how"