Dear lonely

It's been a month at least
I thought we were done
I thought we had ceased

But here we are again
Having done our dance
Will this ever end?

You tilt the way I think
What now shall I do?
I feel like I'll sink

I'm pushing through you, though
You will go away
You, my greatest foe

Dear Lonely

It's taken me awhile
But now I can see

That lonely is defeated by a smile.

I like to write poems that rhyme,
Though I haven't gott much time.
Rhyming poems work my mind.
They're one of a kind.

Sometimes they are lame.
The words may sound the same.
The words aren't bombastic, they're tame.
If you find this poem boring, it's Obama you should blame.

Okay, the words are kind of forced in.
This poem should be in the bin.

And yes, this poem is childish.
And yes I can no longer be bothered to make the words rhyme-ish (A for effort?)
But this poem was light-hearted.
Something to cheer me up.
And it make me smile.
:)

Lost in my imagination
I can visualize the vibrations
resonating from my core.
Why have I fought this for so long?
Sending me signs hidden in songs,
every line, lyric, and rhyme.
I remember almost feeling this way,
once when I was misinformed.
I don't want to go another step
without you.
The loose, ecstatic energy,
manifesting, lingering,
becoming one.
It feels like the weight of the world
has descended into two
atmospheres -- Earth;
holds everyone's seasons,
sing me a reason
in my next life,
why I wouldn't glide through
the forest like deer.

I abandoned the
accepted standard
found the edge of the map
and fell off.
The world is flat

Just how deep
does the rabbit hole
go?
We may never know
but I dove head first
into the ground.
Try and find me now

The universe is vast
but I
rearrange the planets
in a pattern more familiar
*The system can collapse