As soon as Harmony rose on the horizon,
I felt the world commence,
The whole thing has been surreal,
Seeing figures from the past,
The new fleeting moments echoing into eternity,
Voices became elated and enlightened,
As even the harsh storms threaten the shore,
beckons at the door,
The New people answer back,
perfectly diffused.

Night time
Is the worst time of day.

It's not the darkness,
Not the shadows,
Nor the scary noises.
But I dislike the echoes
Of all my negative thoughts,
My doubts, my worries
And my fears
That keep me awake.
It's impossible to sleep;
Repetitive in my mind
They grow louder and louder,
Piercing the silence,
Haunting the night.

I'm finally convinced
that I must be a Martian
this lonely existence
I just don't seem to fit in
anywhere with anyone
as my human heart still splits
They're all so well versed in uncaring
Why should I give a ****?
but hurt is all I have worth sharing
I feel like giving in
than living and nearing
being just like them.

Crumpled retrospect
clutters at my desk
I cant seem to aquire the words
to rightfully express
the pain within my chest
or confusion in my mind
Maybe I'll find it this time. . .

If I just write one more line.

Day off again
Time to read a book or
Flip through story book page
As I
grasp Promethia
And
Take the stage
                 While You
uplift a thought to
the whale dream.

Native tongue
My craving.

You can't be friends
with someone you
used to
****

Today I just about sat and smoked myself to cancer.

I would rather sit on the fence
than stand knee-deep in the mud.