Bad Me

This is not a poem. I will go ahead and say that right from the start so I do not try and mold it into one, or lie to myself and say that it is. You see, I do not like posting non-poems on my site. I have no clue why, so don’t ask. But I needed to write something. You see, I am an insomniac. That is I would be if I didn’t write. And that means that when I have the brick wall in form of me, known so commonly as writers block, I can not sleep. This is a problem because I worked nine hours today and I must work eleven hours tomorrow and last night I only got 3 hours of sleep. See, problem. So I am writing this ranting, meandering, tangent of a piece to attempt to sleep a few winks (that was fun to write) tonight. Wow. That makes no sense. You do not wink when you are sleeping so why do people say that they are trying to sleep a few winks? Yet another mystery of this messed up world that we live in.
After reading that last paragraph I have decided that my vocabulary sucks. I declare that I will learn a new word every day form now on. How much you wanna bet that that declaration will last a week before I declare, silently of course, that I can not do it. Or even, better yet, I simply forget that I ever made that declaration in the first place. The story of my life; unfinished works and unfulfilled goals. I wish I wasn’t lazy. That would solve all my problems. Like instead of talking to who ever reads this, if any one does, I should try to change. But it is 12:45 and I am tired as hell, but I can’t sleep because too much is on my mind. If only I knew what all of that was I might be able to think it all through and go to bed. But instead it is in a locked drawer that I know not where the key is. What an irking predicament. I like that word, predicament. Its fun to say and I can say it all the time because hey, guess what, I am always in one.
New topic any one? How about the fact that I haven’t written in any of my stories for a week? Or the one where I am over worked and tired? Oh, right, already covered that one. Well how about the one that I am bored with my life and need a change of scenery, a turn from the norm? Or how about the one where I am sick and tired of talking instead but I cant seem to find the motivation to do anything? That one sounds good, but I am too tired to write any more tonight.

Kleenex

You stole my hands
Of which I do not hold against you
Yours were broken
And mine were numb
Just make sure you return them in working order
I want them numb just like you got them
No feeling of pain or fear
No sense of shame or worry
Cold and dying
On their way to the silver gate
They left me willingly
Knowing no greatness lie here
Foreseeing the dead ends
And stalls in progress
They left me here alone
With no way to blow my nose
And nothing to grasp the tissue with

Lost dreams lost on things unknown.

Do we ever truly know who we are until we lose all that made us that in the first place

This God of Mine

This god of mine
Please let me be
Let the tears flow
And the blows fall
This god of mine
I need you no more
Though common misconception says neigh
Please let me be
And give me flight
This god of mine
What power does yee yield
I have seen it all
But nothing of yours
This god of mine
I need some space
Reasons and room
Will be all you can offer
This god of mine
Please let me be
And let the tears flow
And the blows fall

This god of mine

Take off the cloak

And show your familiar face

I knew when I was young

This god of mine

Please give me back my sister

I never truly had