I curl into a ball
To get a clear view of my feet
Why am I looking at my feet
And not at the stars

I lay on my bed of worries
It’s comfortable here
It’s warm here
I can’t seem to stand up
My worries need me

I know they are no good for me
But I can’t seem to do better
I want to do better
My soul wants better
But I’m comfortable here

My life feels over
Without even starting
I have no goals or drive
Everything is meaningless
I am comfortably numb

What gives
with the asterisk?

Does anyone
know?

is it broken for good

or did it just stub its toe?

I remember feeling
so good
when I learned
how to use it

I didn't use it
much
I didn't
abuse it

It seems to work sometimes
but never for me

is there something I'm missing
does it charge a fee?

Oh, never mind
I found out the issue
it doesn't compete well
if other "marks" are there too

pretentious nonsense

interesting that
the word bears
a resemblance
to the more modern
word "blog"
for which it is not
the root

so if you want your blog
to have a pretentious air
why not spell it
differently
and say what it really is

we strip our souls
bare to the world,
leaving few secrets
unfurled.

The moon kisses the sea,
Darkness swallow the last rays of moonlight.
The horizons laugh heartily,
As it watches the romance of the seas with the moon.

The rainbow rising from the ocean makes the cloud ecstatic.
The nile sparkled under the ever watching eyes of the sun,
The earth is engulfed with fantasies that only the blind can see.

The rain cuddled me with it's cold droplets,
My head feels the painful pleasure of memories flight.
I struggle with the grasp of internal strikes assured by the doctor they would soon take a nuptial flight.

Time runs with a speed that empties the oceans.
Time's depth is infinte i said feebly as age steadily ate up my boyish vigour.
I can't walk foward without taking flowers from memories lane.

When the light of our youth is extinguished by the rivers of time,
And our hair is painted white by nature's design.
Let the cloud from the evaporation of our memories today,
Rain on us affection and care in those lonely days.