Inspired by a poem, a written account of a dream, by a friend. The loneliness they felt moved me; I felt compelled to write. No names need to be mentioned, I'm sure they know who they are!
i see your face and I hear your wo… but you’re not like us its a disgu… a cloak that somehow i see through where others fall tripping on your… like weeds between flowers growing
my own ghost wont leave me be it haunts of times before, when th… I carry it in marathons of endless… as it wraps its ectoplasmic hands… with a would of, should of, could…
spinning and turning around in the strange orbit of a blindfol… grasping at life or death irrespec… without control, meaning or hope. I live my clouded existence
I have risen back from the dead, this dark cave I have stumbled in now showing a source of light, for years it seems
At the heart of loss Lives a gory malcontent Petulant and peevish Though, believes all is his to ven… Tardy and resilient
she breezes through like a tiny hu… bringing smiles and things to stem… bursts of laughter and childlike c… turn my anguish and worry on its h… before she came I was so lost in m…
dark and chilly hallways ice where candles used to burn the carpet at my feet morphs from black swirls to cloud grey electric light drills through my p…
solitude why do you hurt me so when all I ever wanted was a slice of your quiet I’m saturated
and into my heaven drifts your lonely pen you sketched me a sky and I’m here, I’m there shapes and outlines
drinking down your arrogance like a bucket of molten steel, your glance evicted all my nicetie… as you surveyed the world with con… your circuit boarded marginal walk
It seems I spend my life trying n… The egg shells that I’m walking o… All the while, your hearts thunder… As my egos tossed from pillar to f… The whirlwind spins, the tornado b…
you moulded me a wax heart and placed a wick through its core… and slowly and over time it burnt… but now it burns no more, its light has been extinguished
a stride of wide swagger and a gold tipped tongue, he’s the human slice of bread mopping up whats already done, he’ll walk for the shortest yard
I thought that it was all a dream a terrible nightmare that meant no… God doesn’t exist, I’m smarter th… now... I’m not as sure as I was, I’ve opened my eyes of late
human nature is a strange thing we waste our time chasing unobtain… try to control the uncontrollable instead of letting go and moving w… moving past the beauty