Collection of Poems

The other day, before starting to make 400 thousand things of cheesybread, I was struck by ideas for several poems. None of them are 100% finished but I thought I'd put up what I had and see what ideas you have.
They don't rhyme, and I'm sure someone is going to comment about "modern poetry", but that is allowed, because art belongs to the people. By putting them here, I relinquish control over them, and give them to you, to do with as you wish.

The first is dedicated to my muse, Lily. Everytime I am around her, I want to write or draw or paint. She is so full of light and love and I hope someday to be half the artist she is.

Calliope

Free spirited muse
Of Zephyran
Song echoes 'tween
Columns in my mind
Moonlit forest sprite eyes
Lights my soul with story
Inspire, lend strength to try,
Bravery to elucidate
Flash of face, I offer pittance
Next to the shine of your smile
Accept this token for it is thanks
to your guidance.

These next two are a bit harder to explain. They are basically stream of consciousness type stuff. Free-writes, if you will. So...don't overthink them?

Dreamares

I nightmare of a dead body
Discovered as I turn a corner
Open a door, switch on a light
Eyes wide and glassy
No air to move chest, no sound
to drown my mind's long scream
The putrid smell of decay never
quite
leaving my nostrils
I dream of sitting on the bus
Walking down the sidewalk
Reading a book, headphones
Contributing to my oblivion
When someone I've never met
Never spoken to
Never offended or aggravated
Never bothered
Thinks to himself
"I wonder who that girl is?"
Perhaps intrigued by my
Apparent disdain for all things
Trendy and the amalgamation of
instead my own style
Maybe it's my eyes
Obscured by--are those blue?
Glass, nevertheless displaying
My disconnection from the
So called
Real World
He wonders what someone like me
Thinks about
Maybe he thrills in the mystery

This last one is fairly self-explanatory. It's meant to be a kind of painting, each line a brush stroke, but take it as you will.

Empty street
Bench
Not even under a streetlight
Wind, quiet but chilling
Cigarette butts
People killing people killing themselves
Blonde hair
Ponytail
Sweatshirt only good for
Pretending it's california
Oh, and the hood
Clammy fingers, numb
Cell phone
No messages
Contact list
Highlight choice
No. End.
Materialized alone
Lighter barely works
Shiver
Forget. Another drag
the lingering scent of someone else's high
Stomach turns
Jealousy?
First week. Another drag
Books, handouts
People killing trees to kill people
Smile
Knock off burnt end
Really need to quit
Can't afford it
----in this economy
Debt. Another...long drag
Plans.
Progress, failure
Disappointment, disillusionment
DIS.
Plans=despaire?
Ohwellsomuchforthattryingagainrightofcourseyouarethesethingshappenallthetimeyes
Condescending bitch. Mom.
Headlights
Squint in sudden brightness
Gone. Alone
Drizzling rain
Even the sky thinks Why Bother
Glance at windows
Roomates
Smiles and cookies
and no real idea
Okay, mostly
Could be worse
Different language
Too cold to be out here
No more nicotine
REALLY need to quit
Sigh
Stand
Creaky knees
Too young to feel so old
Falling apart at the seams
Rag doll
No stuffing
Sell in Hot Topic, make a killing
People selling to people killing themselves
Hahahahahahaha

...

Today, I sat on a bench and realized how much I hate everything I've ever been involved with and then thought how the only thing it all had in common was me. FML.

Okay, so I was walking down the street to go to work and I saw this girl sitting alone on the bench and for some reason felt the need to try to get in her head, even though I'd never seen her before. This is pretty much where it all went. Please let me know thoughts, constructiveness is always cooler than flaming, but whatever, it's still a free country.

~CS