It's back again!
Melancholy, I think.
Uselessness, maybe.
Feeling unwanted, by the way.
It's definitely deeper than before.
my color is turning, I think.
Spirit is fading, maybe
Feeling Hopeless, by the way.
It never went away, I guess
We will see what happens.
No control of my own.
Taken for granted, most likely.
Jan 7, 2023
Jan 7, 2023 at 11:06 AM UTC
This feeling inside me.
Why. Why wont it go away.
It's in my voice & in my throat.
It's in my eyes & in my hart.
This longing, this emptiness.
It bothers me so.
I try to let it go.
I try to go about my day.
A normal day, it can not be.
I try to let it go.
It's of no use.
Crap, Crap, Crap!
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 3:11 PM UTC
The season is changing;
I liked, the long daylight
I loved, the warm sun and the display of natures best
I liked, cool rivers in the heat of the day
I loved, the busy day and the seemingly short nights.
My confidence & happiness was at there best
When my successes were much easier
The season is changing;
I dislike, that my youth is dulling
I hate, the weight that camouflages my inner self
The season is changing;
My confidence & happiness steadily diminish.
There must be a purpose to push on.
I am being phased out.
Just a withering leaf about to be plucked.
Regrettably, the season has changed.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 12:38 AM UTC
An Orange,
It's round and soft,
It fits perfectly into a hand.
It's natural form is seriously examined.
Tumbled about by the thumb and four fingers.
The thumb decides to investigate closely,
The textured softness gives way,
A large chunk of the skin is torn off.
and white flesh is exposed.
The fingers roll in from the side,
to aid the thumb.
The pale white and scared skin,
oozes a sweet fluid.
A naked and scared form remains
The hand wonders,
what can be done to redeem the Orange.
Its mangled form must be eaten!
Its the noble purpose for this Orange.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
She's a selfish lover, armed with stunning beauty.
She hunts joyfully for an innocent & caring heart,
She wants to satisfy her longing spirit.
Self validation by conquered hearts.
Conquests, like trophies on a night stand.
Each victory validated by a wounded spirit.
Her potent satisfactions soon dwindles.
Repeated victories, must be obtained.
Scores of bleeding hearts form rivers of tears.
Each conquest screaming from nearby roof tops.
Her Reputation becomes known by many.
The walking wounded,
They protect their dulled spirit
With raised eyebrows and gently shaking heads,
With muffled voices they warn, she is trouble waiting to happen.
I have been bitten by her kind of love.
The sting lingers in my heart,
The scars noticeable in my spirit & in my eyes.
I have her disease now.
My heart longs for love.
Not for Revenge!
But, for recovery and for self validation!
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
I've torn off my passion with force and lye
but not my curiosity.
Love is diminished.
Lust is no more.
What is left?
Convenient Love?
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
An incomplete soul.
Searching & Searching.
Can never be whole.
An incomplete soul.
Seemingly, missing pieces.
It's hard to know.
All required parts
locked into place.
With emptiness in my heart.
An incomplete soul
Always longing,
Always wanting,
Never consoled.
Smiles are heavy.
Never knowing how
to break through the levy
A dark black hole.
Always melancholy
My incomplete soul.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
Jewelry & Perfume,
Things that glitter.
Make-up and Tattoos.
Designed to distract my attention
from the real pretty girl.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Without colors & contrasts,
Without whispers & softness,
Without smiles & giggles,
Without caring & sensitivity.
Without jiggles & wiggles,
Without feminine beauty.
Without women,
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Alcohol, the fuel
It burns my brain.
My body knows the pain.
Yet still, Naïve flickers.
Rescue me, lest I drown my sorrows.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC