Lindsay’s Scribblings

I’m drawn to personality tests,
IQ tests and just random quizzes.
I like the kind that continually tell me
That my intelligence stuns them.
I’m sure they don’t really care,
But the thought they could amuses my whim.
I must have taken at least a zillion,
Some seem to be more accurate than others.
Apparently I’m:
A hopeless Romantic, Sensitive, Linguistically inclined,
A natural Leader, Creative, Blue-Green, with an open mind.
For the most part the answers are pretty consistent, I love people,
I seek acceptance, I have to be in charge, I’m an idealist.
Funny, I waste so much time,
To find out what I already know.
But I guess I just crave
Having them tell me so.

Nobody else seems to become PART of the story,
When they stare blankly at the page.
To feel the rush, the pride, the horror, the glory.
To become the knight, the huntress, the student, the mage.
Nobody else manages to completely zone out,
To the point they float away.
I am one with the character, without a doubt.
I would stay like that forever and a day.
But when I finally look up at my clock,
And the glowing numbers read two,
I sigh with the knowledge its time to stop,
And with relish I bid my friends a temporary adieu.

The world is an ocean of Knowledge.
And those of us who constantly search for answers,
Are painstakingly sucking up precious bits of information
Through Coffee Stirrers.
The work is slow and the odds overwhelming.
Even the smallest trivia we dredge up,
Must be relentlessly screened for impurities.
We try desperately to stay adrift
When the undertow threatens to drown us with lies.
Our minds are parched,
Dying to absorb it’s life-giving water.
Even the slightest rainfall
Creates a desert oasis.
A place where we can surround ourselves in moisture,
And tell ourselves that nothing matters beyond this paradise.

The one thing that really gets to me,
Is when people destroy knowledge given for free.
I can’t stand when the pages are bent,
Instead of using a bookmark like God meant.
I hate it when people break the spines,
Especially when the book is mine.
If on any page there is food,
I can’t think of anything more crude.
All I’m asking is perfection,
Nothing less than an intact collection.
With nothing else am I such a neat-freak,
Only with books does my obsession peak.

It seems lately society has a doped up sense of Wonderland,
Laziness, sloppiness, and ignorance go hand in hand.
Falling down Technicolor chutes never knowing when we’ll hit rock bottom,
Our faces hiding anarchy behind a façade of calm.
Disappearing cats with fake grins lead you wherever they deem,
Down winding roads that are not as pleasant as at first they seem.
More and more people are becoming Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum,
With not enough interest in life, and too much in being fat happy and numb.
If you play your cards wrong, they’ll turn on you.
Running through dark forests hoping someone will know what to do.
Everybody’s constantly checking their watches as they hurry,
Too busy going everywhere to live life in anything but a scurry.
Homicidal Queens live in hypocrisy,
Too wrapped up in court intrigue to really see.
Eating mushrooms spiked with who-knows-what,
Trying to fit into a one-size-fits-all world.

I wish I could freeze time.
Make the world stop on a dime.
Make split-second decisions in an hour.
Prevent unused milk from going sour.
Pull a speeding bullet from midair.
Do every conceivable dare.
Turn in undone assignments complete.
Dance between the beats.
Catch myself the second before I trip,
Rest forever in your firm grip.

Why am I still waiting?
I’ve known your answer for ages.
Why am I still hoping
For wind to turn life’s pages?
The time is ripe,
I should move on,
Pack up my bags,
Leave at dawn.
Yet my body stays firmly rooted to the spot,
The battles been long,
And hard have I fought.
Still with myself I gain no leverage,
My mind ever hopeful,
Refuses to make the severage.
And so condemned,
Here I lie,
I loved you once,
Now I ask why?

I’m beginning to think in poetry
Verses for me alone to see.
I’m beginning to think in constant rhyme,
I’ll become Dr. Seuss if given time.
With every event lines form in my mind,
Searching for the inspiration I’m longing to find.

Long distance relationships always seem to fail.
As if your love has come and gone and long ago set sail.
Long distance relationships never seem to work.
Those times you get to see each other are just an added perk.
Your days are full of longing,
A deep sense of not belonging.
Your conversations soon consist of, “I miss you,”
And “So today what did you do?”
I’m giving you my heart a million miles away,
Knowing from the start, the price I’ll one day pay.
Slowly your lives dissipate.
(How could they stay the same?)
Slowly your relationship disintegrates.
(Who knew love was such a game?)
There you are, all alone,
Wishing your love would come back home.

You cant help but stare,
At the prettiful colors,
Calling your name.
Others try anything,
Even glare,
But you are no longer the same.
Lost in simple-minded bliss,
You refuse to acknowledge their presence,
To let the light engulf you,
Is your only wish.