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Well dammit...I just wanted to add a few last poems. Just for the record. lol
And mebbe a few songs too. If you are lucky.
Poetry is something that appeals to me because I've always, in the past, found it hard to express the way I am feeling. Through my writing, I can atleast get my thoughts down on paper, so that they don't like, fly around my head and keep me awake and make me feel poo...as much. lol
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Love.
Love, you loved me.
Love, you used to.
Love, I miss you.
Love, sorry.
Love, you hurt me.
Love, I hate you.
Love, I love you.
Love, sorry.
Love, I need you.
Love, you hate me.
Love, don't leave me.
Love, sorry.
Love, don't leave me.
Love, believe me.
Love, love me.
Love, sorry.
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Spurned.
Experimental exploitation.
To land upon the iron roof,
only to burn your feet.
Silently snowing up on my heart.
Woeful in my time of fame.
Needing to know
and feel
someone else's gladness.
A smile does wonders.
There is no replacement for a soulmate.
And you
will turn
me
away.
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Eight Candles.
exiting the heart
escaping the mind
turning
spinning
separation from the words of life
accidental naturalist
determined conversationalist
experimental anguist
elevation
up
below
behind
not frontwards
look for the sign
then blow the candles
each flame gone
never learning more than the one who knows
and standing like soldiers
wishing forwards
to leave themselves behind
Rain, tears, saltwater fears.
Rain, tears, saltwater feras.
Understanding comes with enlightenment,
hurts more than fear itself.
Left my memory in my brain;
right, behind, and turn rotten.
Lear jets streaming.
Sight unseeming.
Every me is equal to you.
It rains from my eyes,
reflections of sorrow, self-pity, anger.
Acid burns like anger.
And hatred.
Salt leaves you thirsty.
Believe nothing, not everything.
Nothingness is the only sure thing now.
Wandering helpless
and nothing is always there.
When smiles and tears mix and merge
and cancel out,
it is there,
numbing.
And aching.
Small stench.
Breath is clean
butmouth contains disease.
Thats the core,
the scientific inner,
of rain, tears and saltwater fears.
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Recessive Mystery.
Let us slip not into the recesses of mystery.
The light is shining
in 20 million directions
on 20 million paths
and we
ever elusive
will find the timely escape route
(destructive as always)
to import, export, transport and deport
nervously away.
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Taken Too Soon.
I am raining.
Want to say, "It's okay",
tell myself to be positive.
But there is lightening in my veins
and thunder in my heart.
I am pouring,
pelting thoughts of hate
toward a nemisis who is too real.
Too common.
Over-tolerated.
Blowing words of grief,
blended in a whirlpool.
Messed up.
Usually words flow,
a torrent from the soul which today,
has become a salty blur.
Stemmed.
Blocked by a wall I can't move.
A finality wall.
A finality wall that taunts me.
I am storming.
I want to be blue skies.
I want to be srping, summer,
remembering smiles you gave out
to those who needed them.
Remember my friend.
Remember my friend.
Remember my friend.
My thoughts are stuck
- a broken record -
A coping mechanism?
Emotional maelstrom: my forte.
Messed up.
Put me back together.
I have no right to be undone.
I am not your sister Sarah.
I am not your parents.
I am not your family.
I am not even your closest friend.
I am only someone
who was touched my your spirit.
Grateful and glad that spirit is immortal.
Pours itself down upon a hearth of people
who need to know you are still there;
happy funny friendly people go on forever.
They are not erased.
Not left behind.
You have spirit.
Spirit never fades.
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