No PoetryToday I’ll write no poetry. Instead I’ll simply write. I wish I could speak with a broken heart, but today is not that day. Life is made up of things you expect and that which you cannot see. Well I saw this one coming a half mile away.Jaybird101
The real tragedy is that I broke her heart over circumstances outside of our control; snakes from the past slithering up, skeletons tumbling down. It was all the things left undone. Things I could not master.
Now I must figure out where to go from here. I step freely without direction. I'm not even sure how to be single, out gunned, out played, and inexperienced. I shy away from conflict and complication. I speak not through corny pickup lines or cheap compliments for thrill. I just say what I think is real. Then I pretend I'm ok.
I guess that about sums me up, but I'll take it a bit further. I am wild, but somewhat shy. I am a deviant, but also reserved. I am a freak, but a gentlemen as well. Are you starting to see the pattern yet?
Easy MelodyThere is solaceJaybird101
in the empty spaces of existence,
but those are few and far between.
That’s what I used to think,
but there’s a fine line
between company and chaos.
It seems either the walls scream
or I am lonely.
What I need is a medium;
voices of monotone,
of reason, with no burden of my life
or their own,
just a nice easy melody.