I destroyed most of the poems I wrote when I was a teen. Too much angst. Too much melancholy. And I thought I had gotten rid of them all until I found my 'Little Prince' notebook with a few scribbles in it. The thing is I haven't really changed. I'm still incredibly melancholic, sometimes disastrously so. And I often let my emotions run free when no one is around to hem me in. Here are the few I uncovered. What laughable attempts.

I found myself in the ocean today
Its myriad faces matching mine
The placid waters beckoned me
As her soul and mine entwined
I waded gently into her depths
For answers to my riddled existence
Further and farther I wandered
With sheer persistence
I found none but yet felt peace
She calmed my spirits, soothed my nerves
With no one around, I had release
I found myself in the ocean this morn
A mirror of my mind in the creeping dawn

(I'm typing and wondering what on earth I had going through my head the day I penned this down and why I even chose to write it this way. Oh dear...)

She wasn't his reality as he wished for her to be
The day he realised it, his heart filled with misery
He was smitten, in love, or so he thought
With her beauty, his being she had bought
An artist of passionate talents
He had painted her

(And it ends there...clearly my imagination got interrupted)

I've returned
My mind a tangle
There's this mess I've yet to clear

Where are you?

Gone, far removed
I touched you for a second
Now you're a a distant figure
I'm told I can't trust you
But I want to learn more
Be a part of your life
But as someone else
Someone beautiful
Agile, fast, sharp
A mind of numbers and places
A sense of the unseen pattern
Its meaning, its implications
Able to see the misplaced
Before it appears
To leave as if never there
A ghost, a shadow
A watching angel

(It was like I was trying to say something without really saying it. Particularly from the Agile bit. Like I was trying to hide my true intention in some crazy code.)