Poems about fine

Fine apricot cut for roofbeam
Fragrant cogongrass tie for eaves
Not know ridgepole in cloud
Go make people among rain

Fine apricot was cut for the roofbeam,
Fragrant cogongrass tied for the eaves.
I know not when the cloud from this house
Will go to make rain among the people.

There are sheets of paper lying scattered around my room
They are to you
The lines are filled with words untold and
Things i could never tell you with a straight face
It's like i took a blade and cut up my heart into
Thin enough slices to read
The black pen is blotched and splattered
I couldn't stop my hand from shaking
There is one letter for every day of the past week
I'm tempted to leave them around
See if you find them or not
See if you get the hint that you are the cause of things
I don't feel anything after i'm done writing
I'm done with it
I have spilled my blood too many times to count
I drink a fine wine called bleach to get rid of the taste of you

Sleep away the days
Count sheep all the night
My stomach rumbles
Should probably eat
But I have no appetite
Coffee all the morning
Alcohol all evening
Chain smoking in between
My futile search for reason
Staring at the walls
I erected around myself
As to not abide
By my decline in mental health.

I'm fine.
Just fine.
I can't forget how the neighbor's casserole tastes,
And I can still see his face
But I'm fine.
Just fine.

The plaid shirt still smells like him
And the flowers have long been wilted
But I'm fine.
Just fine.

His picture sits on a dusty shelf
And his body is resting deep underground
But I'm fine.
Just fine.

My chin is up
My arms are open
And I've never felt so alone
But I'm fine.
Just fine.

New to town, New to school
A fresh start, Mom said,
Now remember,
You're fine,
Just fine.

Though this house is unfamiliar
His ghost haunts these halls
The floorboards creak and whisper
The lies I have to continually tell,
"I'm fine,
Just fine. "

I watch as my mother tries to fill the part of her soul which my father used to occupy
But I'm fine
Just fine

Another marriage ripping apart at the seams
A man that never felt like "Dad" takes the car
And any memory of normalcy with him
I'm fine.
Just fine.

Packing suitcases again
My life like that of a gypsy's
I want to wake up from this nightmare
But I'm fine,
Just fine.

I punched out all the mirrors around here
Because I hate the wild-eyed creature glaring back at me
Im fine
Just fine

I hate how she talks, this monster of mine,
I hate the lies she tells
"Today was a good day. I made new friends.
And I'm fine.
Just fine. "

Crimson puddles gather in my hand
And I'm starting to love how nicely flesh tears
But I'm fine
Just fine

I ponder escaping from here
Every second of every hour
And these lovely little scratched up my arm show it
But really, Im fine.
Just fine.

I don't need anyone to tell me
That everything will be okay
Because it won't.
He's gone.
Taken too soon
Too quick,
Too sudden.
I don't want your pity.
Dont look at me that way
Shining with tears and fake empathy
Dont look at me that way-
I'm fine.
**Just Fine.

Now there's a fine thing.
I looked out my window
And there was the sun,
And it had a fine glow
That made the land sing
As it went to sleep.
It struck the distant sea,
As it was made to do
Before the stars awake,
And the moon began to make
The beauty of the blue
Bring out the best in me,
Reminding me of you.

Explore places outside your periphery and you will spread yourself thin. Land is the bread and time is the butter so eat your breakfast at the same table. There will be time enough for wandering after the meal.

Always fine,
Maybe I'm blind
One drink too many
Captain was poured short
Always fine
Maybe I'm blind
Four pills
They shake it all down
Maybe I'm blind
Maybe I'm always fine.

Well it's time to count the good things,
To distract the fact your life is fleeting slowly,
So bring it; there's nothing to be pouting about,
When life is fine you're supposed to be glad even if there's some strange lonely feeling you don't attempt to satisfy right?
Simple questions begin to spin into webs of unanswered riddles,
But let's not kid ourselves, everything is just fine.