Monday, June 19

Late night...

It's been a little while since I updated this thing. Not like anyone ever, actually reads it. Not that I even give a shit if they do or not. Could care less. Well, I've been up all night. Can't sleep and No, I don't know why. Just one of those nights I guess you could say. Been up writing poetry all night. Here's one that I wrote earlier tonight.

She's getting weak. She can barely speak. Starved. Victom of her own thoughts. All those lies she led herself to believe. It's hard to see why she's still with me. She says she's not perfect. When she's everything in my eyes. From the out to the inside. She has it all. The walk, the stare. They way she talks, like she don't care.
Running thoughts, that never did stop. Weakening. She can't even speak to me. Eyes are faded. Sat there and I waited. I wanted a, "she's okay." Instead they say, "there's nothing we could do, she's gone." I've never felt more alone. Down on my knees begging the world, please. One more year, one more day, one more hour. Just one chance to say I love her. Kiss her goodbye with a kiss on the lips.
Couldn't move. Hardely breathing. Hoping I was dreaming. This can't be reality. She hasn't left. She was never weak. I begged and I plead. I screamed, until there was no air left to breathe. My heart fell from my chest, laying her to rest. My smiles broke. My hands cracked.
Cold, shivering, laying by her side. Promised I'd stay with her the rest of my life. Rain, Sun, snow. I'm sure she knows. Later that year, I was layed down. Next to my love, where I'd stayed til no more breath was left. Kept my promise, and I was layed to rest.

I know it isn't the best poem. But it's a start, you know? Got bored I guess you could say. And Shandi, it's not about anybody. So there, you won't even have to ask.

[10] Smoked a Cigarette:

Blogger Shandi Kincaid said...

I wasn't going to ask.. n its a good poem. I love you n I wish you could start sleeping at night, seems like the only time you can really sleep at night is if I'm there n I'll let you sleep. I love you though babe, I'll ttyl.

8:29:00 AM  
Blogger Babsbitchin said...

Captivating, truly captivating. So much emotion, your like a loaded gun. I'm telling you, you are Empathic, tried and true and you feel so much love but yet so much pain. You feel so much anger but not enough hatred to use it. It's scary to be so fucking in love with someone that your very breathe can be taken by a mere glimpse, a passing glance. I know it all to well. Love to die for.

7:24:00 PM  
Blogger Babsbitchin said...

I'm glad you got to see your girl. It makes it better for a minute like a bandaid but for you the constant ache is always there. You must keep yourself busy, take my advice.

7:26:00 PM  
Blogger ♥___Kid.™ said...

Huh? What advice is it you're actually giving? I don't get it.

11:54:00 PM  
Blogger Butchieboy said...

What is that God-awful crap playing?

10:24:00 AM  
Blogger ♥___Kid.™ said...

That's anselm, butch. Learn to love it. Ha. ha. fag. It's god awful b/c god doesn't like my music. The fucker.

12:07:00 PM  
Blogger Butchieboy said...

That's pussy shit. Here's a band I toured with a few years back. You need learnin', boy.

8:45:00 AM  
Blogger The Stiltwalker said...

uh, I'm wit butchie. take that song off.

7:46:00 AM  
Blogger Shandi Kincaid said...

Thats a good song people, you guys just don't know good music when you hear it.

7:52:00 AM  
Blogger ♥___Kid.™ said...

Okay, Butchie. Judias Priest is okay. It's way past their generation though. You need to get out and see what music is playing today. Gotta have feel for all music. Can't just like one generation. I like all music. Well most all music.

6:58:00 PM  

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