Flopping myself on the
Floor of the Internet to
Be mindlessly ridiculed
And rejected.
I know my thoughts are mine,
My creations for me,
My art for I,
Though I feel the need to
To share.
The need to blurt out and
Pull on my own hair when
Their shoe dirt is in my nostrils
And their sole is in my gleam
And glare.

There is a feeling of
Necessity to let my
Head free into other's world's
And it is killing me.

Ten years is a really long time,

I could say it is at least half of my life,

How can I possibly tell,

Where the hell I’d see myself?

To complete this task,

I’d have to at least know where I’m at,

But I have so much to discover

Before I can possibly contemplate that.

As for now, I would like to figure out

What is this 10-year thing about?

Why can’t I just concentrate,

On the difficult-enough now?

L.R.

When you let the pain linger
And feel everything take effect,
A thousand satellites shiver
At that one song your tears respect

When you long for what’s past
You know happiness could be obtained
If you’d just let your mind relax.
But your shelter’s in this sad refrain.

So you let the music’s swell increase
In a way no words could e’er describe
But maybe when the lyrics cease
You could once again take up the fight.

I search for the things that don't exist
I went from an optimist dreamer to a skeptic pessimist
I went from being a caring activist to narcissistic and selfish
I went from being mute to everyone wishing I had a muzzle
I went from knowing what I wanted to being indecisive and puzzled
I went from going along with what they said
To questioning everything that we did
I went from sweet to cold
From honey to bitter like mold
My heart had been sold
Where was my soul going to go
I was stumbling in the dark
While others decided my fate
I went from restless to sleeping the day away
What had happened to me I don't know
At first it didn't show
No one knew
Barely anyone knows
I pretend to have a handle
A grip on my life
All this time I've been slipping
Trying to hold onto the edge of the cliff
It's just a matter of time before someone does me the way scar did to Mufasa
Put the clock back up
I can't change the past
Broken bones get put in a cast
Trying to find people to fill my gap
But the void won't leave
I search for the things that don't exist
I lost my hope
But somehow hope finds me
Pleading for me to reverse the damage
My casualties inflicted
Oppressing affliction
My heart keeps asking when I'll stop playing the victim

I love the way that
Library bookshelves quiet
The sound of the world

So that I can search
For my mind's satisfaction
Without the chaos

So that just maybe
My mind can quiet down, too
From its raging roar

This weather whispers through its winds.
The presence of someone who shall bring rain of rejoice.
Though i havent met her yet, and i know i wont for a long time.
Maybe a lifetime.who knows.
But she feels close.close enough to say its real.

It was the small things he missed. Waking up after a restful sleep, with a slender arm across his chest, the warmth of her body exuding from her embrace, as she drew closer. It was skin to skin contact, a most compassionate of touches.

He could smell her, even now, her pheromones still dancing around his nostrils. But most of it was her innocence and vulnerability. Unkept hair which playfully touched the pillow as she slept. A face so beautiful as the light started to slowly draw upon it.

And when she finally awoke and raised herself out of bed, the Goddess came to life. The stretch of her body, the way her hair touches her shoulders and the smile she exuded with unconditional love…