the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.

Standing in shattered glass,
none of the pieces left intact, my life
is not what it use to be , it never
was.

Living day to day hiding my
feelings form the ones i love. I
put on a good show, but none will
ever know! I'm a shattered mirror,
that i myself broke and
collected the bad luck!

Blocking anyone who tries to get
close, i feel myself falling slowly
in to a deep hole that i can
never escape form! Although I
try, I never really succeed.

Life is overrated at this point. I
defy society, not at my own will,
but it's who I am, but know one
can ever know!

love is dead
romanticism is dead
one person said no in the most graceful manner possible
and it doesn't exist
i thought about drugs or drinks or pain
but feeling pain is what makes us human
and why would anyone ever want to give that up

There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply sitting down.

With graceful strategy the circling hawk
Whips my circling sorrow to dive and strike;
Indiscrete for action the poison oak
Thrusts up her flushed face for attack
Lizards and herbs and flowers admonish me,
Strict in their innocence: I am cowardly,
Nor will the mourning-dove condone my fault
Who ******* all hazard for a humble scrap
And when she coos courts punishment. My guilt
Is obvious, and I cannot escape.

For we have thought the larger thoughts
    And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devil's tunes,
    Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
    Another in the day.