Sometimes, with a drink, my poetry makes music.
Others, it echoes Hemingway's cry.
I never liked editing, but always did like
Talking *****.

I tried so hard to remain happy.
I truly did try -
For you, as much for myself,
But I fear that true happiness
Is the world's greatest lie.

My face is crammed full with food,
Stomach bursting at the seams,
I feel sick of myself and the world
But it's always been that way it seems

You were the blanket of winter's dusk
Snug beating back an icy haze
But what I wanted was to feel the fire
Of hearts amidst your summer days

It's often on chilly afternoons when you think of mundane things like warm blankets or if a banister could support a rope to snap your neck.

The world is dark but it is also a place full of life and within those lives there are good people and sometimes one of them makes you smile

It's a rare thing these days to meet someone who makes you feel better about yourself. It's hard to process that feeling in any way but love

Epiphanies appear in various forms, and, on rare occasions, they even come at three thirty in the morning with your pants around your knees.

you hold yourself in this sort of trance,
eyes expressive but body no stance,
a fascinating event to see:
how your mind wanders valleys
but your body never leaves.

no thumbs up????
***!
I posted this because I need the affirmation!
I need to feel known! Out of a zillion people who are interconnected
I wanna be recognized. I wanna be validated!
please. any response will do.
negative or positive.
ROFL or ****
LOL or ***** or U ****
anything!
ughhhhh
If I was a cat I'd play piano
If I was fat i'd sing a techno song
and flail my arms!
I feel so alone
in a world so full of people
please respond
please reply
please? anybody.
I'm alone.




anyone?

anybody out their?

no?

no one at all?




(logs off )