Out In The Open Poem by Laquory Jones

Pouring my water looking at it half full and
Half empty when you think about the greatest
I hope you never exempt me I have a friend
That use to cut her wrists just so she
Can instill her feelings told her those
Thoughts becomes tempting perhaps one
Day we'll be tempt free right now I
Don't even know what I'm saying just words
Speaking through my artistry that eventually
Spilled into poetry it's just the passion
Within me to survive but lately it feels like
I'm just crunching time at night I hear
The chimes thinking about all the people
That never got a chance to say goodbye

I'm watching the world ride off its axles
Watching people sit and they're laughing
I just sit there and write on a few napkins
People not knowing when I'm arts and
Crafting sitting in my car feeling the draft
Wind hitting my window and feeling so
Lost and watching people and how they're
Reacting Have you ever felt like you're pushing
Down the gas pedal but still never moving

That's how it feels lately in this vehicle
Wondering what my destiny is and will I
Ever reach my pinnacle it's like I'm
Grasping at straws working hard but still
No miracles Okay Richie you just
Have to get more strategical then later
All your Goals will be more reachable
But doubtfulness crawling through the
Pigments of my skin seeping in
But doubt isn't winning at the end

I just wanted to achieve putting my heart
Upon my sleeves just trying to hide all the
Grief that boils underneath at night I would
sit and bleed while buckling at the knees
I'm sad because no one really sees what I
See and lets be for real some may never
Will they say that time heal wounds perhaps I
Just need time to heal or heal the time
Lets redefine what it's like to cry feeling
Hopeless with these car keys

But where am I embarking not one
Person marching behind me and it hurts
Me to the core when people are quick to
Ignore it's like every day I'm trying to swim
Up-shore but people would rather
Watch you drown like that time I fell upon
My face falling out of grace I mean falling
Out of place trying to keep up the pace
Of trying to make it before I fade into the
Grey knowing how this world could
Be so heartless when people departed
But in the end I'm just an artist

10/2/2019