posted on Apr, 23 2006 @ 02:25 AM
Unfortunatly the best ones i ever wrote i gave to the girl that broke my heart. I bet she hasn't even read them yet, They were so amazing I actually
regret giving them to her so much.
But yet I still love her because she showed me love when I knew no sanity. It was interesting indeed.
Poetry(Love or Sorrow?)
A tearful tale of joy and sorrow,
Written now to read tomorrow.
Yet I still feel so hollow.
Everyone around me falling in love,
Myself left alone like an abandoned messenger dove.
I desire and want , a lover whos passion resembles raging fire.
None come for me. Is it my insanity?
Is it my desire propogated by an inner liar?
Absent is my love leaving me hollow ,and full of sorrow,
Wondering what will come of it tomorrow.
I'll get over it, feeling slightly euphoric.
Until then,try as I might, I'm simply a raving lunatic
Poetry ( The coffee shoppe: Universal Nexus)
Pencil to paper at a black steel table, circular.
Contemplation of noise, conversation, and visualization.
It seems my path and the right on are perpendicular.
Still, knowing I can still sense stimulation brings me elation.
With the world spinning around me, I sit at the coffee shoppe,
Knowing that the nexus is the top of the chair I'm upon.
So I revel in the feeling, take in everything, and remain on top.
Only one thing could improve this, a coffee and cigarette to draw upon.