Feb.1, 08
I'm dying in green fading light
Sinking in blinking and flashes
Hallucinations are my friends
They stay, where they didn't
They, They, They, Run away
Run away.
My voice leaks with madness
My movements a jerky grace
Odd habits of compulsions
It's my normalcy, Normal left
Normal, Normal, Normal, gone
Gone away.
Forced into these thoughts
Forced into my living nightmare
Trauma promises to be with me
Just a memory, that blankets
Memory, Memory, Memory, cold
Frozen away.
I think I'm dead.
Too bad wishes don't come true.
I Believe in Beautiful Words
About Me
- Color Changed
- "I write like people doodle and sing in the shower. All the time, anything, yet always seemingly less than adequate." -Me. Blogs are here for me to put random thoughts And for random people to read? That seems idiotic and futile. What do I gain from my out-put? Surely you gain nothing from this in-put If I keep rambling on and on, will you keep reading? That seems foolish. Why are you wasting time? And why am I? . (Not all poetry may be listed in the right order or writing, follow the dates at the beginning of each writing. Inconvenience I know- Oh well-)
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