I write and dream up new ways
To say and cry out old things
Utilizing the strings that can be tugged
That attach to inner most hopes
Hopes that feed dreams and needs
All of the things that can hurt
As they have done and I endure alone
I use these words that hold meaning
To tell the world how it is for me
To share with others that may comprehend
I write to post and pretend they reach you
But if they ever do is it just words
Or is the emotional message conveyed
I write to pretend that someone is listening.
I write to acknowledge the truth of loves cost
And to exercise my restless wants and longings
These are my chosen words
My means at giving feeling to the way one reads them.
My message to someone I know never sees or reads
The way it is to see or feel
Or love and want what cannot be
I write because I need to,  
Feel, to be, to eat, breathe.
I write because.

What I do, I create,
and shelve away
Too many ways to focus
each unique but all with one purpose
I want to draw it out.
To write it all down
as fresh as it feels
emotions are this need
and I am never free
Always wanting,
only partially pleased
Unsatisfied.

And there you are,
that look, those eyes.
And Me,?.  But A ghost
Too long haunting.
You,  those eyes,..
And I am at once,
again,..  Always,
Held by them.
Foolishness those dreams
Those of yesterday
Every time, each time,
Caught regardless, breath taken
And there I am,  the fool
Nightly chases,
myself, the madman
In endless cycles
recognition coaches the way
The way of acceptance
I remind myself that things change
But there you are,
And I am drawn up,
quartered,..  Lost.
Again the madman has his day

That look,..
. . . . Those eyes,..

There You are,

. . . . . . Regardless.

If I look at this life,
At today, or tomorrow
Yesterday, I see what is behind me
I see your face, my smile
exactly the way we once were.
Still I wake up tomorrow,
another day of pretending.
This is okay, but inside denial.
more and more hollow,
the way my heart aches,
so I don't look for tomorrows.
I much rather turn around,
and look upon those yesterdays,
because right now, the next day,
they seem less worth while
They are as empty then
as they are now,
yesterday is worth my gaze.
back then was everything.

Simply Words
Mirror - like and well chosen
Leaving no doubt,
No quotation or wisdom
Immediate, closer,  then,..
Not.
The words will bring to light
Just the juicy Parts,  the secrets
Six, seven,..  More...  Meaningful
In so certain the delivery
The point emphasised and
embellished, properly placed
Anger where the most damage
Is borne of self loathing, laying
Hidden pitfalls,  rotten props
Simple words.

37 times 37 and still I am alone not right I guess they all reach that conclusion to be honest myself they have valid and ample reason 37 and still no one can ride with start again this time with less less time for living each rotation seems faster the new one that just passed before I know it long white tunnels second only just met myself insecurity manifestation of a man but couldn't see his way out

first her words seem off the mark, they were painful regardless people words do hurt and you **** it very nice they ruin you forgetting pride so I had no choice I shouted I lied I use damaging words with false purpose