Regret
It’s funny how
the first memories
bring wishes
that
i was
the better friend
to You.
February 27, 2010 at 10:12 pm | Poetry | 1 comment
Ruins
I visited my old IRC Pokemon clan again today, and it was falling apart. The leaders were leaving because they were busy. The community was not the family I had known.
It’s funny how things fall apart with time and how all we do is just a constant struggle to keep them together, and when we are tired, we let them go… and things fall apart with time.
It’s funny how I said “Subzero was destined to be the greatest of clans” and how I mentioned my regard for the leaders and the way they handled things.
This was a simple IRC clan on a Pokemon server, but it broke apart like all other things I’ve seen.
Tomorrow I imagine the forevers I’ve imagined myself. Immortality does not come easy, but it’s the only thing worth staying for.
February 22, 2010 at 6:41 pm | Lifepost | No comments
Legit Emo Poem
I want to write a depressing poem.
I want to call it “Crying at Night.”
I want to call it “Loneliness and Fright”,
“End of Life” or “Meaningless Strife.”
I want to tell the world I’m feeling down,
And I want to tell them why.
I try not to be the first to frown,
But come the start of night, I cry.
I cry for the smallness I feel,
The insignificance that seems so real.
I cry for the loss of friendship,
For I was the one who let it slip.
I cry for the futility of goals,
That for all my work no smile shows.
I cry for the gone-by past,
The time I let things go by fast.
I cry for the me I see,
Weakness searching for pity.
I cry for those things I do not know,
And so I drift off into sleep
Tears gone, nothing to weep.
I contemplate that thought,
Upon which a suicidal mind is wrought.
I imagine I am surrounded by smiles,
Even walking around a thousand miles.
I fade away and forget there’s day.
That come tomorrow, I’ll try again.
That for my life I have a plan,
And so many reasons to stay.
I write these words myself I shun,
But I’d rather shout into some ink
Than see my thoughts forever run,
Hiding shame and hoping you see.
February 21, 2010 at 10:59 am | Poetry | No comments
Words in the Air
I could keep on thinking
Those thoughts I never speak.
I could keep on blinking
And closing my eyes like that.
Always into space I stare.
You don’t know how obvious
My thoughts may feel
Like words floating in air.
February 21, 2010 at 1:52 am | Poetry | No comments
Crowd
Surrounded.
By people I know.
People.
For each,
I have a word.
A word and
Nothing more.
Nice.
Smart.
Jerk.
Clumsy.
Me.
Behind a crowd of words,
I search for the missing you.
A paragraph of prose,
Lyric of song, or meter of poem.
Anything goes
For the words of your tome.
February 21, 2010 at 1:40 am | Poetry | No comments
On the heavier side
Watch the candle blow away,
The way those characters watch
When considering the short of day.
Watch the fire-light disappear,
Go away, and never reappear.
Hold the match in your hand.
It’s used and worn and all pretend.
If I could light this candle
Once again.
I’d live that life where
I never ran.
February 21, 2010 at 1:29 am | Poetry | No comments
TV Screen
Happy endings are the beginning
Of a story full fresh
With losing and winning.
And when I remember
How I thought things were,
I know I create your story
Into something more.
Cause I’ll never know what’s seen
Backstage, behind that TV screen.
February 18, 2010 at 8:04 pm | Poetry | No comments
Window
It’s hard to not close
Those window shutters
When the light shows
And blinds your eyes.
.
A new day will rise,
You hear yourself say.
.
But the sun is there,
Already.
And all you have to fear
Is to see.
February 18, 2010 at 7:54 pm | Poetry | No comments
Self Indulgent
This blog.
February 12, 2010 at 6:56 pm | Lifepost | No comments
Dependence
When once upon another day I reread this blog post, I will understand.
It is better to depend less than it is to continue to depend as to depend is to live under the threat of loss.
And yet for all the logic cynicism claims, it is a reaction to emotional stimuli.
February 7, 2010 at 1:12 am | Lifepost | No comments