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I use to be here to release steam; in combination with my sophomoric superiority, I didn't care what any one had to say about it. I miss that honestly, that tenacious teenager that didn't give a damn. Things were so much simpler, the words also flowed of the tongue. Now an adult I'm so much more analytical about things, imbedded in logic and complex thought or theory, my mind is racing now. Ive found the words. This should still be my place to release steam. It is time to start writing again.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Even lovers get dumbstruck.

I've lost my touch ... forever gone.
So much to say but never nothing to write down.
My thoughts scattered, Uncollected.
I write a stanza, Its all out of line.
I'm broken forever in need of help
But all that's left I give, carelessly.
Below the tough stature..
I am weak, hurt, naive, and stubborn.
Not many can tell..
but hopes been evaporated from the body.

Play it smart, Help everyone...
Have no concern for yourself!!
What horrible idea that brings nothing but pain.
So much hurt and negativity down the road a
And yet i stroll on.
I'm everywhere,
Here and there,
And nothing quite right in my head.
I have no Rhymes, no rules or Guidelines.
I just walk my way down a freely written free verse.
That's clever,
It's tricky, and hard to believe
that a girl who perceives to be so happy,
Is really hurt beyond belief.

In the eyes of a lover there's nothing but greatness
But even lovers get dumbstruck
And becomes prone to the truth.

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