I want to sleep
forever
and dream
of things
I do not dare to
make real

1.
This century
His end may not make the news
Nor for this year
Nor this month.



2.
But for this day
His end would make serious dent
As he holds her hand
To weather this storm.



3.
Yes, on their knees, they sob
For 'tis not only his end
Which would mark heavy plight
Three felt it in this sad twist.



4.
Beautiful burden....
Gone for good.
Tears bring back nought:
They both lost out....this day.



S T, 12 April 2013

Silence in the night feels alright time to write
In late hours I create many untold stories
I write on thi page Facebook and journal
The voice in my head always knows what to say but speaking my thoughts is a weakness
I've thought of all the possiblities and outcomes but not sure what path to pursue
I've noticed bad behavior is rewarded but if It was me there would be consequences or I'd be let go for my actions or remarks.
I've been treated unworthy of respect but earned my way showed I'm worthy but always start back at step one not exactly where I see myself being.
The ppl I've admire self discipline respect not my crowd but looked past their differences where mine are used to hang me playing factors against all the good.
I gave up trying to please ppl and being someone I'm not has made things easier for me. It's dead weight off my shoulders. I left things but will return its not my time yet. I've always had confidence just pacing rushing burned me out.
The next level I know and feel I should be there but maybe I was there but so focused on my mistakes and setbacks.

I’m becoming a hypochondriac

that thought brings on a panic attack

one sleepless night, I’m an insomniac

pain in arm, a heart attack

I’ve cut myself, septicemia

a sore eye, onset of glaucoma

if I look up any more on wikipedia

going to read myself into a coma

I ran
I ran
I ran
I ran as fast as I can
I ran all the way to Iran
Just to see if I can