the Glutton

Formless and impromptu. I am not a poet.

For a moment there was something special in my life.
For a moment my depression washed away and I was happy
even here.
This one thing could make everything else okay
even me.
But now she is gone because I could not do the same for her
because I was the cause of her pain and her stress.
She brought me happiness and peace
and I brought her nothing.
Our relationship was empty, and I didn’t realize

Unduly but not Unruly

I watch my hope die day by day.
I know things can be tough and I am whining unduly,
but knowledge is not always of use.

Are realism and hope mutually exclusive?

That Place Where the Romans Lived and the Slow Progress by Which it was Constructed

Bad always destroys good.
Happiness strains the muscles. It is difficult to maintain,
but depression seeps into the bones,
and tints the whole day.
Destruction has always been easier than creation.

My cheeks hurt, and I wonder if my smiles have been real.
I may have been joyous, but now I just ache.
Where did I come from to get here?
It feels like a long journey, but I suspect that I have been standing still

Sometimes I have a long day. Or,
a long

Naivete

Do I do this all expecting a call?
I don’t know if I am more scared that that is all I want, or that I won’t get it.

I do not understand (poetry)

*No revisions poetry. It changes according to whim, not pattern.

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Daft Punk-the Grid (Drowning is a Dangerous Game Mix)

Voting and Original Track.

Re: Identity Crisis

“If I sold everything I own, I’d just buy it all back in six months when I realized that it hadn’t changed anything. If I ran away, I wouldn’t get along with people any better when I settled. Sometimes I just feel so trapped, but I know it is not my stuff, or this place. It’s me.

I have spent most of my life trying to get out of the spotlight. Trying not to be

Mirror Mirror

There are certain stories that I feel I have been telling my entire life, but I am not certain anyone has ever heard them.

I think I have been talking to myself, but it always seems to take the form of conversations that didn’t happen. I suspect I am rehearsing for a nonexistent social engagement.

I am going out this evening, but as always, I will fall into silence-and smiles. Don’t volunteer. Just be there. Feign interest.

J. Viewz- Oh, Something’s Quiet (___ ______ Mix)

Original track and Voting.