Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 22, 2003 Dark Poetic Prosehopeless as the last leaf in autumn when all the rest have already fallen | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
2006 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006
2005 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 2004 January 2004 February 2004 March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 2003 January 2003 February 2003 March 2003 April 2003 May 2003 June 2003 July 2003 August 2003 September 2003 October 2003 November 2003 December 2003 ART |
1-22-03 wednesday 8:44pm brick NJ take one more look inside yourself before you let your eyes describe you. one more handful of thought couldn't get you that much more than you've already bought, but maybe put some away for later. maybe put some equity in yourself for a change. i feel the writing tugging on my insides as the night lets out a heavy sigh. but the words aren't always easy. the things i sometimes feel aren't what i want to put down and find another day. if i'm going to be alone then i'd rather do it by myself. being alone with someone else is too depressing. if i must be alone then i prefer to do it by myself. i don't need you in my heart making the act of being alone that much harder. if i have no friends. if no one wants to be here then i'd rather not pretend. if i have no friends then i prefer to be alone by myself. hearing you there on the other end only emphasizes my loneliness. hearing you there on the other end just makes it that much harder to accept my aloneness. it isn't love that brought us here. it isn't love that's kept us. listen to the silence when i can't speak and you'll hear my heart counting the moments we have lost. listen when you're feeling lonely and you'll hear the dirt hitting the coffin where my trust is being buried. | POETRY Home Page Year 2003 Year 2004 Year 2005 Year 2006 RSS Feed
ART QUESTS Thinking (Wanted To Say) Feeling (Just Words) Always (You) 404 (error page) Four Oh For (human stain) Such Unusual Ideas Caught In Dead Eyes (Suicide) Where? Who? (To Whom) What (I Want) Why? Part 1 Why? Part 2 Why Not?(for scooter) When?(for mcdoofus) How?(for myself) Old
Poems ALSO Poetry Links Dark Poetry Index
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| © Copyright 2000-2006 by savatoons aka doodles. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||