Getting hit by a freight train feels like this...

Goodnight Moon The Sun has finally taken her last bow She has fallen with no one to catch her But will rise again when morning comes Oh, Moon, where have you gone?

Here's another one I wrote back in 2009 still.  Again, emo back in 2009, so this is still very, very angst-ridden. DISJOINTED I'm not so much alive as dead It's all too much All just too much to bear I love you No one-night stand would do But it's been so long I lost calendar days Keeping up with your pace Flying on rooftops Skipping on stones Playing on cartwheels Thinking of you alone I'm no good If not with you I can't be surreptitious Even if I wanted to Hidden in a void so deep Playing with Sandman in my sleep I come sent by car crash hearts Where broken bones are a way of life It makes no sense I take no heed I only want to make me bleed

This is a poem I wrote way back in mid 2009.  It was a very emo year for me so please forgive the angst that was so blatantly thrown into this thing.  I'm happier with my life now.  My depression problem is still there, but with everything going on in my life right now, particularly my love life, things had been shaping up for me. :) PAIN It's the pain It's always about the pain And will always be about the pain At the end of the day It's all that will remain It chases away the rainbows of life So step up and dance The farce on the edge of a knife Skittering on the edge of a blade Take a good, long look At the life that I have made.

I love my quiet time, my “me” time. Sitting at Starbuck’s, sipping my frapuccino, cigarette between my fingers, and a good book to keep me company while a good rock band is pounding in my ears. Life is good when I can have moments like these. A time when I can just sit back, relax, and watch the world pass me by as I ponder the existence of my life. Or just a small portion of my life when I can sit still and empty my always churning mind.  This is my moment. My silence. The only time I can actually act sane. Chaos is overrated as it is. Silence is constant.  I live for solitude. My solitude. I act like a social person, may even interact with other people with the best of them. But really, my heart beats to the music of loneliness. Loneliness with sadness is only a part of it. Loneliness with calmness and peace is really what I strive to achieve. And I am able to do so when I am able to experience moments of solitude where I can just blend with the background and watch people as t