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.

Falling, Yes, I Am Falling

Standing on top of a cliff,

Looking for answers.

Light on the bottom,

Then darkness of some night,

Why not fall,

let the body drown,

then float,

Reach new heights of stupidity and selfishness?

Idealism

Even if the coffee jar is empty,
Even if the luggage is packed and ready to go,
Even if the car is not in the garage,
Even if Sunday does not include football,
A man doesn’t just wake up in the morning feeling nothing whatsoever.
He might be in love though

Stereotypes

Pregnant women,
motionless embryos,
heineken and corona,

Trips to Amherst,
loud rock-n’-roll,
two unstable seconds,

Deaths of friends,
perhaps their cruel and
unforgettable ignorance,

Sirens and angels,
madness and blood,
wheels and pavements,

Skulls and sinners,
Saviors and addicts,

The wrong ones are not the ones to pay.

Winter

I love you that your swaying smile follows me around.
I love that you wear the gray sweater whenever
snow falls upon Autumn Dr.
I love that the house smells like fresh coffee in mornings
after long nights of thunder.
Loving you means constantly fighting the
entire world, I know that, and I don't mind,
because Seth,
I think I might have fallen for You.