Senseless Poetry

Just like the wide expanse of the irate blue sky

Which so cleverly seems so tranquil and calm

Inviting almost

As it encloses the earth

Cloaking and yet

Never really becoming one with it

More like a tyrant who expects me to bow at his feet

Yes truly, this is THE masochist’s feat

And I wonder why Inspiration keeps giving me the cold shoulder

Like a lover left at the altar sore

Mocking slightly, saying

‘Yes I am your master

And you are my whore’

And everyone keeps on saying home is where the heart is

But I can honestly ask

‘But truly where is my home?’

And I don’t know what brought on this bout of poetry

Or why I keep on talking aimlessly

Senseless words come to me

-almost irritatingly-

If only they had some structure or sense

If only they’d stop running all around my head

If only my teammates would stop yelling at me to

(mind the shameless pop culture reference)

‘get my head in the game’

Since I’m supposed to be catching fly balls for gym

But I think I’m half-asleep

As I smile at the west and then at the east

(Uh… wherever that is…)

(A/N: I don’t know why but I find this certain poem funny… maybe because it doesn't make sense... but it so aptly describes the state of my head! Please review.