Hello Stranger!
I wonder
who the hell
reads all of these
words that I am
sending to the void.
Cause I know
it sure as hell
is not me.
Windows Like Mirrors
the next time that you are driving
through the crowded city streets
or the traffic choked freeways,
take a moment to look at the faces
of the people in the cars around you.
all the possible emotions you can
imagine and more are on display.
the faces that are sullen and beat
down by the machinations of our
modern world,the looks of
impatient ecstasy as they await
the return to homes or loved ones
with some tremendous news.
the faces on the road tell the story
of the world one car at a time.
if you would only look out to the face
looking right at yours.
some random bit
Being the perpetual dreamer
has its advantages
as well as its drawbacks.
But anyone who did not
already know that is surely
a fool.
Like Losing Love You Never Had.
You have become a memory
that is awaiting return
to my conscious thoughts
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writing is the hardest task there is,
besides childbirth and all that follows that.
you get enough encouragement to keep you going
and enough discouragement to make you quit
and to be honest nobody can teach it to you
and you can't even teach it to yourself.
it has to happen like an elm tree or a new life.
i am sick of pursuing the soul and the heart,
for i will surely end up like Van Gogh with a lost mind
but to lose the soul and the heart is far worse,
better to be a weak writer
than a strong killer.
every day i ask myself
is it worth it
is this worth it
the lack of recognition
the enormous amount of time
the ease of genius seen in other writers
the hurdles of publishing
the wine that keeps me sane
the diminishing staccato of keys wearing out with lost thoughts and enthusiasm
the aching back and the crooked sentence
the utterance that no one responds to
the beauty that no one else appreciates
the articulation of sentiments nobody cares about
and so on and so forth
until it is not writing but a life examination that makes you violent with stupid and uncomfortable truths.
fuck it
nobody cares
and there is no truth,
step into that void my friend
and then start writing about that elm tree.
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