I came and then I came to
And all those things I said about you
About me
Maybe that's why I'm here
He thought, while the darkness around him swallowed him both physically and spiritually.

Tonight didn't end quite like I thought they would
Endings taking the form of sea men being shanghaied into the nearest boat
No alcohol this time
Just pure ambition, or the lack thereof

Writing is the only thing keeping me up
That and spiritual distress brought on by the royal we, man
[insert pop-culture reference]

Unsure if you'll read something that was truly meant or me
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And the hypocrisy that I find when lambasting someone for using the Internet as their diary, when I do the same, but cleverly disguise it as poetry
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There is no rhyme scheme nor is there timing.

I am in the wild
a world not of nature
but the nurturing of ambitious men
and blood thirsty predators
The Wild
where you can walk
desperate mile after desperate mile
without seeing another human face
only the twisted visage
of a wounded, snarling beast
In the distance I hear the
pounding of drums as
black smoke sails across the sky
declaring war on anything
which looks like it might belong
I am in the wild
and am not yet ready to return

Outside the cold strips air
from constricted throats
as the din of good company settles in
lost in a conversation
I have no interest in
My favorite place to get lost
only because I know so well
the nods and "mhm's" of good taste
surrounded by people
It's okay to let the mind wander
while we smoke ourselves
into a soporific stupor