A place for my head...
…words, images, and song.
Sometimes….
Apr 10th
Sometimes dreams aren’t what we thought they’d be.
Sometimes the world isn’t how it aught to be.
Sometimes lovers aren’t the best of friends.
Sometimes honesty isn’t the means to an end.
Sometimes friends leave you behind.
Sometimes enemies show another side.
Sometimes we find the curage to say.
Sometimes we don’t and just walk away.
Sometimes we regret those moments of past.
Sometimes we forget the moments that last.
Sometimes we should say that we care.
Sometimes we need to hear they’re still there.
Sometimes we wish we weren’t alive.
Sometimes we find out why we’re alive.
Sometimes I want someone to hold.
Sometimes I miss my friends of old.
Sometimes I see peace in her eyes.
Sometimes I’m scared of her other side.
Sometimes I want to hold her so tight.
Sometimes I know she’d put up a fight.
Sometimes I talk far too much.
Sometimes I’ll end it…
… yet long for her touch.
April so soon?
Apr 5th
Sitting puzzled about my own poetic ability… or perhaps the lack there of. I wrote a score of lines out, only to find little satisfaction in their flow. Trying different styles, lack of appreciation for each one. So I move on to a form I know much better… free thought. I’ll ramble on for a moment until something catches my fancy enough to hold my attention… for more than one sentance.
The moon never passes above, without having gone below.
The sun it never sets , without rising before.
I never sleep, without wondering more.
Never go, without reason.
I weep.
Slumber calls…
Selfless-indulgence…
Mar 22nd
Absense of whit has left my tired mental state, nearly bored with itself. Not something I had hoped to achieve, but I’m here none the less. An intelligent person would be in bed right now, but we all know that just isn’t my style… going to bed on time that is. While attempting to sedate someones restless mind tonight, I nearly found myself the one falling asleep. The signs our bodies give us when under stress are so astounding. Yet, we rarely are able to learn from the signs, we only become more stressed from them instead. I wish I could read my own body better, maybe then I wouldn’t be the one torturing my body due to my own ignorance.
I send myself off to sleep, in hopes that I find peace. A restful slumber oh I plead, break these dreams that invade my sleep. With a yawn and my eyes nearly closed, I stumble off, into the unknown.
I wish thee well, and bid thee goodnight. Find sweet dreams without a fight.