John Anderson Poems

We give ourselves a place to hide
With simple words that do abide
Words we use to shut the door
To knowing us forever more
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If I had it to do all over again
To rebreath my life and rework its end

If I knew then what I know now
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I dropped my cell phone too many times and it broke
Trying too many days to function on too little sleep
Shaking incessantly
Pulse racing
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I stopped not for gas, but a cup of coffee to go.
Coffee was my morning habit, though my stomach wouldn't have missed it this morning.
Soon I was parked on the charcoal lot between bright orange lines, passing shiny cars as I walked toward the tall glass entryway.
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The breath in my night has treasoned me today

The irony breaches my heart
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The evolving world looks at me every five or so years.
When something that is different has stopped being different.
And something that is the same is no longer there.
And the criticism cannot be it being different.
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I look at life through pinwheel eyes
wondering which way to go.
Scared yet excited, happy and sad,
A pendulum trying to flow.
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They humbly stand before us
like people that I know
But our glory is from the heart
of these people called to go
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I climbed the narrow stairway to my room
Sat on my bed to read baseball cards
I could hear the sharp yells responding to each other, pitching at each other like a pendulum
Dirty laundry frosted the room
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As I wander through what ifs and thoughts unproductive,
I am lost.
Living in yesterday instead of tomorrow.
For giving up isn't moving forward,
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