December 2009
4 posts
i'm running out of words
When I press the keys it all gets reversed. The sound of loneliness makes me lonelier. I never thought this life was possible. Let all the poets cry themselves to sleep. I was young enough to believe in war then. You’re ashamed but I don’t think I’ve ever loved you more. My mind is racing with all my longings but I can’t keep up with what I got.
I’m a realist. I don’t take things for granted like a pessimist. I’m not as naive as an optimist.
insignificant mood
I feel like I shouldn’t take medication that leads to perfection. I feel like I shouldn’t try. I forgot how to pretend. I forgot that I needed to care. All I know is it’s too late. Back to my normal state of conception. Welcome home, love.
This downpour in my heart pushes to an extreme and pours out my face. Kleenex, as an umbrella tries to dry my cheeks overcome with emotional clouds in just a moment. As the night is darkest before dawn I know this will pass too. Lightning strikes once again but this time down my core. The melodies ring in the thunder and another wave of rain floods my senses. I bow my head for any sense of relief...