How can I think of you when its of you I most detest, my breaker my deciever, my morning and my evening and my fire, my fist and my smile – how can I think? How can I? But how much I try, in however I may, as I might, it will be a continual …
Anger hate pain wahtever – you bring like a dust storm in my mind, tears run burn my checks and tightness pulls at my glass eyes – my heart stops, because its so sore it cannot continue, yet it starts again but it hurts, every moment there on. Anger hate pain whatever, you’ve broken me …
Sometimes I know something big is to come, to be and and know it will be with me. I see the gap in its greatness, not filled yet yerning to be great, complete. I know this for I am to be this. Yet, I am in a mould that I partially fill, yet it is …
leave me! this taste of ordinary content, of silent mediocrity that I admitedly feel fine to accept. Wash from my mind this ease of thoughts, of usual satisfaction. Let me start the race, the exciting begin and let me finish where I will, where I will and how I will – let me be all …
today i find mself, lying in mind, stateless – yet profoundly i have answers that i knew never i’d have – today i feel the calm of solitude and isolatioin – that which i was destined for and that which you tunred me against and diverted my tendancies – curse these things that i have …
grown ups are little more than babies that know more and drive cars – but they are not diffirent in mind and thought than they are to you – I promise you this.
their is more than we can ever understand – we just have want more and we’ll have it in excess.
sometimes i wonder why i do it, why i want, why i strive and why when i do, why i do it again. sometimes i feel so out of sync with the universe, so detached and so indepentant. sometimes i know the answer but i dont want to accept it, and what i will i …
im fine, in tune with all that is mine, lets rewind… to days past, when all was lighter hues of white, might it be that why people fall behind… I dont care about them though – I am fine.
I’m dormant – I feel nothing, I dont want to be found, nothing finds me and thats okay. I have new thoughts, I need nothing mut the space inbetween and no need will for its closure.