I like that. It's true, too. I don't really mind the pain that much, it helps me write. That probably sounds rather sick and emo, but it's hard to explain. I literally can't write when I'm happy.

Epic trainwreck.

Do something really ****ed up to someone and try to repair it without success. That'll do it.

Okay, talented poet man, I did it.

Everyone’s had a regret night or at
Least that’s what they tell me when
I tell about mine, it happens, we lose
It it’s all about letting go, moving on
Packing up and getting over it and
Not letting it blacken your heart if
There is a next time

My head is full of clichés and I don’t
Want to use them here, I don’t want to
Say it’s meant to be, time heals all wounds
Everything happens for a reason and all that
Other ******** that I don’t really believe

You get what you put out there and even
Then sometimes you don’t get **** but
**** upon and that’s not so bad because
You feel alive when you can hurt you
Know you’re not going to your grave it
Just feels like it when the pain won’t
Let you go when it just won’t let you breathe

I have a box of my regrets all sealed
Up and bound with other people’s tears I
Don’t cry anymore it’s useless best to write
It down and rip it up and hold the pieces to
Your heart close your eyes and feel it do
You remember the sound the smell the rush
When you were happy way back then

Happy smells like purple grapes and leaves
And grass all caught up in a mower sounds like
The church bells across the street outside
Your window feels like that June breeze you
Can’t forget even though it hurts so bad you
Would rather die than feel that hurt ever
Ever…..ever…..ever…..again.


02/01/10

(((prncs)))

Being numb rocks, it's like my own anti-depressant, minus the side effects.

I'm not really upset. It's hard to explain exactly. First I was angry, then I was remorseful, then I was sad, and then I was moderately angry again, but now I'm numb. I like being numb, it's how I used to be years ago before I became who I am now. I'd rather be numb than ravaged, ravaged hurts like a mf'er.

You're right, I do need a bomb pop. And a hug. I got my hugs earlier, so I'll savor them and imagine I have the Popsicle. Fantasy beats reality any day...

Good god...and good luck.

I confess that sounds delicious. Definitely worth the walking!

No doubt, you're very inspiring.

I'll see what I can come up with, I've created a bit of misery for myself and I write best when I'm immersed in misery, so it should be interesting. Here's hoping at any rate....

That's why I've stopped trying.

I rarely eat fast food. I used to have it all the time years ago- long story. After a while, it all begins to taste the same....

Well, I was deactivating for stupid reasons. Then I realized it wouldn't change anything, so I said **** it. Here I am. And then I saw your epic poem. God, I wish I could write like that.

Is that yours, Iam4u? If so, it's pretty grand.

Squeee, that makes me happy.

Crap, I think I really am hungry. I think I'm sick of sandwiches, perhaps chicken noodle soup? Which takes effort....perhaps chips? I might eat them all....so many choices and me being all indecisive....

Still a profound thing to quote. I had a whisper of a poem earlier but it's gone, so I like seeing anything profound in print. I love pizza, I wish I had some right now. Prepared to be stalked then, I need a new victim.......

Depends, being called hot is embarrassing, being called smart is awesome.

Now I'm thinking that Plastic is so profound.
Now I'm wondering if I stalk his posts too much.
Now I'm surprised I wrote that down.

I'm thinking that my tummy feels empty.....

Abort! Abort! Use with caution, we don't want it taken away!!!

You're like a kid with a new toy!