A lot of the stuff I have published here, is just mucking around. Playing with words and watching how they piece together. |
Thinking of you gets me so sad,
both mind and heart grow weak...
I sit here feeling cold,
as the raindrops fall around me...
The liquid falling from shadowed eyes,
contains 1000 words...
My ability to smile has faded,
as sad memories i carry...
I cannot write this poem,
for i have lost my sense of art...
What's happened to my life?
This isn't what it's meant to be...
There is no place like home,
Because there is no home...
My every movement screams a desire for copious...
It burns and boils inside me,
it's a drug...
To dream, is to fall into the walls of my mind.
My dreams are just poorly framed pictures in need...
Sometimes I think I'm going insane. |
Spend a lot of hours with a shut mouth. You'll start to see the hidden truths that lay beyond the lips of your brother. |
You reacon you'd miss me if I left, but I'm still here, playing solitaire. You reacon you love me, then why aren't you here too? Cheering me on... |