the beast awakens...it's time to write again.
so I should be here from time to time to share my thoughts and new po'ms...
...the end
it's not all about youfirst night gleaming eyes anxious desperately in love hoping for romanceit's not all about you
I prayed that he cared.
breaking heart fathomless love walking away forever
but he doesn’t care.
first night we met quickened breath for love or for sex neither knew
but maybe he cared.
carrying his child tired hands loving smile for better or worse
and he fucking didn’t care.
chance conversation random glances bound with passion both with a burden
would this one care
to a lost generation...a crumbling foundation of lost and dying hopes, leaving remnants of proud ruins,to a lost generation...
an epitaph to the generations. sending a message telling a story the jumble of words in a cloud of caucophony.
striking vacant stares with their prophecies, preaching woe to those who fail to listen doomed to the same fate of a lost and dying hope a crumbling foundation
poetrya speck of an idea floating through the smoky air of indecision and gaiety seeking out that fertile soil of imagination and creativity. plunging deep into the rich black mire of words and detached thoughts until the seed merges with inspiration and gives birth to our futurepoetry
Untitled: or, dating sucksso this is what it is this thing called dating this pulsating vibrant thing clothed in barely there tops and skirts of silly string.Untitled: or, dating sucks
so this is what it is this ever mutating organism of “will he like me” and “should I order the steak?” and of first kiss worries…
so this is what it is the uncertainty of future the mystery of the present the analyzing of the past.
so this is what it is this thing called dating now labeled as casual or serious and just a “fuck buddy” status pigeonholing lust and emotion. &nb
by `nighty
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