I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
Insomnia
From somewhere else at about midnight
Nights are so quiet over and over again
Sometimes more, sometimes less homely too quietly
Every now and then the star-spattered sky appears, but it appears never complete
A wonderful view of these stars and the black infinity. I can't avoid it. I don't want to
To fall asleep lying under the star-spattered sky is drop-dead gorgeous
Without any persecution, without any fear and anger 'cause anger blinds
This is where I live
The silence and the peace, a kinda celestial peace
Thoughts circle in the most different directions, as is sometimes the case
Not uncommonly worried thoughts as alway
I liked the way
the trails narrowed
& slashed
into the steep hillsides
Walking across them
was like
touching
the inside of your wrist
where a hair tie
had gently scarred the flesh
.
I approached the trailmap
from one path
& someone else came up
from another
Out of all the trails,
hours, & people
we arrived at the map
at the same time -
The law of gravity
dictates
that where objects
can converge
they
shall
So hello
there
after
you
.
I saved my food
for the beach overlook -
a tall bench
screened by young pines
Behind their shade
inside their sharp smell
I rested
& ate
The blinding gold
sun came off the water
& the wind
I wish you were laying here beside me. . .
Here to feel your warmth, here to give that soft comforting touch that only you can calm me with.
To hear your gentle heart beat from under your soft skin, I couldn't think of anything more soothing.
I want to get captured by your bright loving eyes and get lost in the thought of this moment lasting forever.
As I crave you to be so close, I lay here alone.
On a bed that feels too big, under sheets that seem so cold, heated by nothing more than a shell of a lovesick boy wanting to reconnect all the pieces of our devided hearts.
I wonder if you think of me too.
If you miss me.
I
Well It's been quite awhile since I've put a journal of this nature up in awhile, most likely due to the fact that no doubt almost no one will read this or these kids of ramblings, also just to be clear I'm not trying to be a "drama queen" nor am I trying to seek attention. I just wanted to give my current thoughts on my presence here and the state of how I feel about being apart of the community.
To get to the point, I've grown a bit weary of this site, when I first started out I really really enjoyed being here, there were lots of people that I talked to and I enjoyed being apart of the community and having that interaction. More a
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