its wishful thinking, but i wonder if there is anyone who would answer a call at 2:06 a.m., let alone respond to the plea(i just need a hug).

you just walked away
unplugged the silence explodes
heart of gasoline

what are these feelings

( I dont usually post junk like this here )

Love would always stare
while Loneliness always didnt care

Depression would flinch softly
while Apathy was caught coughing

Blood warm enough to consider everything that i lack
and every white christmas, for me, was black

so close to good but it will never be
because we'll never finish what was started
the pencil is on the ground
it is stepped on while
i make my way to
the pretend rose petals falling
into my arms
because nothing could ever be
better than where it is right now
my three-quarters of a life
my average life.

i wish i could be a writer for a living
write for my life
write about my life write about not my life

write about my not life.

mountains and oldies had me fooled. i thought i could be happy here but i cant be happy anywhere. oh my god what if im never happy.

this house is full of pens but i can only use a pencil. i want to come home.

i screamed silence until my throat was raw ( Read more... )

"I have nothing to say / and I am saying it / and that is poetry / as I needed it"

-John Cage