I write so that maybe
Just Maybe
she will one day read this.

I write so that this feeling might
pass.

I'll never see her again.

To my disillusion
I hope
That one day I might see her face again.

To glance at beauty, perfection,
an Angel sent to me.

I'm not a man of destiny.
I never believed that fate decides our
outcome
until
I met you

Here we go.
Well, here i go.
Slowly swaying
waiting for the arm to fall on 12.
It's just another day.
Nothing to get excited about.
Around 3 a.m it started to rain.
And everything became dull
like a once hyperactive dog
in its dying days.
The ceiling white with brown stains.
How'd that get there?
I slowly get up, get dressed, brush teeth,
eat, and smoke.
I stand by the door, waiting.
Waiting for a miracle.
But it never comes.
So out I step into the pouring rain.
I'm not ready for this.
I don't want to face my demons.

I remember you young
Free
Hopeful
and oblivious to life.
Those better days of
Frolicking youth with blissful gladness.
Oh how things changed.
The sweet innocent girl I once knew
is now
gone.
Your belly is swollen with the burdens of now
and tomorrow.
All it took to change your life forever was a
thoughtless night in hot passion.
Does the passion of that night
suffice for the hungry, relentless,
dormant future that awaits?
Only you will know the torment of it.
And when you know.
It will be too late to escape.
And you, like many, will just become
another wasted teen who ******
too much.
What a shame.
Now watch your life slink away in shame
and wave goodbye to youth.
For the girl I  once knew, is no more.

I read the words of another lonely soul.
A tribute to the drunken madness of
Another lonely soul.
My words are few but my emotions aren't.

It brings wonder and joy and far more than
Words could ever describe.
It's like rain in the sun with stars dancing,
Giving tribute... Like she did.
How beautiful it is to see my emotions
In another poem. Written for the same cause.

For now i know...
Im not the only one to feel
What that drunken lonely madman's
Poems stir in my soul.

Take a moment from your pathetic life.
Watch the clouds swoop over the earth like blankets.
Hear the noise and melody of the joining voices of birds.
Be inspired by the determination all around.
Observe nature for it's beauty.
But most of all,
observe the nature of humans.
The deceit, lies, harsh words,
violent actions, unprocessed opinions,
bias choices and false beliefs.
Because human nature is tainted.
It is not beautiful.
It is not joyful.
It is not forgiving.
And if you don't believe me,
take a look at yourself.

People are blissfully unaware while at the same time
completely aware of the nothingness their lives have
amounted to.
I haven't been able to figure out if that is beautiful
or just nothing special at all.
You see, we have all these quotes about life
and love and loving life.
But none of them actually help us in any way.
I'm still here typing away.
The goth is probably still cutting.
The **** is getting ready for his next game.
And the forgotten soul is contemplating suicide.
Nothing changes me, you or the next guy.
So why am I writing?
What purpose does these words serve?
Seems like they are all just whistling winds through hollow heads.
or maybe it's more...
Could it be that these words are the last string holding them together?
Maybe we have it wrong.
These inspirational quotes are not there to salvage us.
They are there to keep the forgotten soul from diving to his death.
For the goth to remove the blade
For me and you to hold on to something long enough
so that we too don't find a more permanent solution
to the nothingness we call life.

People are blissfully unaware while at the same time
completely aware of the nothingness their lives have
amounted to.
I haven't been able to figure out if that is beautiful
or just nothing special at all.
You see, we have all these quotes about life
and love and loving life.
But none of them actually help us in any way.
I'm still here typing away.
The goth is probably still cutting.
The **** is getting ready for his next game.
And the forgotten soul is contemplating suicide.
Nothing changes me, you or the next guy.
So why am I writing?
What purpose does these words serve?
Seems like they are all just whistling winds through hollow heads.
or maybe it's more...
Could it be that these words are the last string holding them together?
Maybe we have it wrong.
These inspirational quotes are not there to salvage us.
They are there to keep the forgotten soul from diving to his death.
For the goth to remove the blade
For me and you to hold on to something long enough
so that we too don't find a more permanent solution
to the nothingness we call life.