My mind stopped talking to me
about 6 weeks ago
So out of sheer loneliness
(and a little curiosity)
I started talking to my big toe

“Hey me old mate, how ya been?”

“Don’t old mate me
I haven’t seen you since
I don’t know when.
Oh, that’s right!
it was about the time
your big fat gut moved in!”

“Sorry I haven’t been around…”

“You’ve been ‘round alright
it’s actually a shape you wear well
but what do I know?
I’m kept in the dark most of the time
by the way, your shoes really smell!”

“But…”

“Oh No you didn’t
just bring **** into it
I know for a fact
they are just as mad at you,
and feeling the rejection
So is calf and knee and
elbow and poor little Pinkie toe too!
You no longer bother to have me rubbed
The only attention I get
is when you have me stubbed”

That was about when I stopped
talking to my big toe
It when on and on and on
Whinge, *****, whine!
Now I’m just lonely again
sigh
I really miss my mind

don't even know why I wanted
to shape this as a poem
perhaps because Poetry is
the only Love
that ever loved me back
it's all I've ever known
despair lays heavily on a heart
that beat for so many others
now it just beats for one
and even then I wish I could
just stop it, shock it into dying
it beats for no reason, each season
it tick tocks upon the rocks
of where it has been bashed
by another's unsupported anger
unjustifiably angry with no reason
but I don't ******* care anymore!
Used, abused and given little hope
that I made a difference in breathing
just a little same oxygen that you do
it's irrelevant that the eyes are unseeing
the heart is still beating
just don't ******* care!

Do you?

You are the only one
who is responsible
for your happiness.

there is always somebody or something
waiting for you,
something stronger, more intelligent,
more evil, more kind, more durable,
something bigger, something better,
something worse, something with
eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark,
something crazier than crazy,
saner than sane,
there is always something or somebody
waiting for you
as you put on your shoes
or as you sleep
or as you empty a garbage can
or pet your cat
or brush your teeth
or celebrate a holiday
there is always somebody or something
waiting for you.

keep this fully in mind
so that when it happens
you will be as ready as possible.

meanwhile, a good day to
you
if you are still there.
I think that I am---
I just burnt my fingers on
this
cigarette.

I want to live my life inside,
I don't want to go outdoors,
It's too hot out there,
And the world is a bore,

I don't want to get a job,
**** working everyday,
I don't feel like being told I'm not good enough and I should go away,

Give me everything I need,
Or just let me die like this,
Because if you make me go today I swear to god that ill be ******,

The reason I'm writing this **** is because I'm depressed and so alone,
And this poem is the most shallow thing but this is the first time I've felt something in a week,
God that makes me weak,
Not the fact that I feel something,
But the fact that its been bottled up inside,
Maybe a week isn't long to you,
But when the bottles full,
It's pretty **** hard to hide.

golden
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to  floor ... quickly eaten by dog

I grow under my sky
He shines brightly for me
Nourishes my soul
Fills me with all that I need
He called me his flower
Saying I smell so sweet
And grow in the light
That I bud and blossom
And grow so beautifully
Does my sweet sky know
That he is the light
That makes me grow?
Shining so brightly
On my cloudy days
Raining when I'm dry
Filling me with all I need
Because I am his flower
And he is my sky

I want to go to coffee shops with you
See the world from your point of view
Watch the ocean waves break and crash
Run through the rain as the thunder cracks
I want to sing with you in the morning light
Hear you whisper between us in the night
Stand atop a mountain and take in the view
I want to go to coffee shops with you