Things that click in my head

[EQD]

Poems. 3-2-1-go

 

Hopelessness

 

Why did you have to go?

Why must you leave?

Amble around my cold apartment

Nothing sparks my interest

The pain is long and deep

 

I cannot dream,

I do not sleep.

[In the Dark]

I can relate.

Thankyou for sharing.

[EQD]

Thoughts and Faith

 

Its not a mistake, please dont break

the board that i am walking on, i just couldnt take

So i take my faith and i act light

But when the future is so bright tell me baby

does it feel right

 

for you too?

[Dagless]

I hope you are going to do more of these, I really like them.

[EQD]

thanks dag. it comes and goes. i dont have anything in mind right now though.

[EQD]

What it feels like to want.

 

Outside this perfect circle of chaos and debris there is only one thing that makes sense

And in and of itself even that leaves so many inconsistencies behind

My head comes off and i dont think like i used to

When i look at you its a brilliant static

And i am just a child in june captivated by this glowing yellow light.

Somewhat close and floating, but can i ever catch it?

And the distance seems to be getting further and further, the miles stretch for hours

only when i'm coming back home though, and leaving you behind.

And it rips at me, and it digs into me

 

We fear the same things...

and i miss you terribly.

[EQD]

hm.. i'm pretty happy with that poem^

already forgot i wrote it. but reading it again, not bad.

[EQD]

and yet again i read it.. i still like that poem. and i forgot i wrote it.. also forgot that i replied saying i forgot i wrote it.

this seems to be a continuing cycle

[Dagless]

Now all you need to do is reply saying that you had forgotten that you had replied saying that you had forgotten that you had written it and replied to it and your journey towards the darkside will be complete! lol

 

I like your poems EqD. It's good to go back and read stuff when you have left them for a while.

[EQD]

give it two more months.. i'm sure i'll be back for more lol

[EQD]

In the Fall

 

Not quite hard as the stones that mark the bodies

Not quite the same empty grey

This time of year you see the 40ft bouquets

This time of year is their 4th of july

A few thousand decaying hearts discarded vessels of extrodinary lives once lead

They're fed on and up from the ground the colors shoot off like a flare in the sky

A bit of chill and the endless chatter of the leaves like a grandstand of spectators always whipsering to eachother words you cant quite make out.

Enjoy your show guys... its all for you.