Life

I spent today on reasoning,
How and why I should not--
Cut a disposable line for
Once.

The conclusion, rather clear,
Speaks of inevitable silence--
The existence of misused
Oxygen.

Sounds of loved one's voice,
Links and they always burn--
Trepidations of introverted
Hearts.

Some say that life is sacred--
I'm just scared of the devil.

"Out Of Tears" by The Rolling Stones

Since I don't have any muse, and this song describes pretty much perfectly the way that I feel, then I thought about posting its lyrics. Enjoy, or don't.

"I can't feel
Feel a thing
I can't shout
I can't scream
Breathe it out
Breathe it in
All this love
From within

I won't cry when you say goodbye
I'm out of tears
I won't die when you wave goodbye
I'm out of tears
Out of tears

I won't drink
I won't eat
I can't hear
I won't speak
Let it out
Let it in
All this pain
From within
And I just can't pour my heart out
To another living thing
I'm a whisper
I'm a shadow
But I'm standing up to sing
won't cry when you say goodbye
I'm out of tears
I won't die when you wave goodbye
I'm out of tears, yes I am
I won't cry, I swear my eyes are dry
I'm out of tears
I won't cry, I'm going to tell you why
I'm out of tears
Out of tears
Out of tears
let it out
From within
Some you lose
Some you win
I can drift
I can dream
Til I float
Off your screen
And I just can't pore my heart out
To another living thing
I'm a whisper
I'm a shadow
But I'm standing up to sing
I won't cry when you say goodbye
I'm out of tears
I won't die when you wave goodbye
I'm out of tears
I won't cry, I swear my eyes are dry
I'm out of tears
I won't cry, I'm going to tell you why
I'm out of tears
Out of tears
Out of tears"

Aging

I am older than numbers can show

And younger than sadness proves

Yet this frequent tendency to judge

Is what worsens my senses

I smile to myself instead of crying

And imagine different circumstances

Yet this frequent tendency to hurt

Is what kills me from the inside

I think of death.

Death scares me.

Birthdays

I am nobody

mean nothing, love no one

I am nobody,

invisible, careless, hopeless

I am nobody

who wants to be a somebody

who loves and cares

I am nobody

who wants to be a somebody

and not just an invisible, unspoken of, shadow

Good Night

On a breezy day in May,

a boat heads to some exotic location.

A clock starts ticking in Asia,

children count days and hours.

Someone awaits you.

Adieu

Hunters Lane

[To] sort through old newspapers, enveloped letters,

[To] read a poem, or two, or six,

[To] pass by an airport, a bridge,

[To] wish for a different ending, somewhat divine,

[To] wake up looking for the rain

to love you; to be in love with you.