Journal

Insomniac's Journal

Words birthed in the internal

His subconscious' dunk-tank

These words remained unranked

Articulate the contemplations

Of these waking frustrations

Pen in hand

Sleep be damned

These are the greatest thoughts in the land

But why do they come at 4 in the morning

Must write them down

And heed the warning

His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes

If only he knew what was at stake

Words, Words, and more still left to come

Cannot stop till he sees the sun

Sunken eyes

Blood shot red

Sleep finally comes to the walking dead

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Why Bother?

A question you never bothered to ask
An answer that never bothered to exist
A smile that never bothered to shine
And lips that never bothered to be kissed

Feet that never bothered to travel
A life that never bothered to be lived
Fears that never bothered to frighten
Love that you never bothered to give

The girl that never bothered to hate you
Beginnings that never bothered to start
A world that never bothered to spin
A heart that never bothered to part

A child that never bothered to be born
A car that never bothered to crash
A family that never bothered to be severed
Headlights that never bothered to flash

Tears that never bothered to be shed
Flesh that never bothered to be cut
Graves that never bothered to be dug
And eyes that never bothered to shut

SN #1

It was always too late
Even from the beginning
A goodbye I can give
But my reasons die with me

-The Regretful Dead

Friday, October 5, 2012

Coward's Lament

I looked into her eyes
As they tore me apart
With self-loathing and hatred
Embarrassment and doubt
Unhappy endings
Are sure to follow me home
Hand in hand
With myself
Solemn & Alone
Regretful advances
Of the imaginary kind
My courage and bravery
Long since left behind
Words in the air
Heavy and unspoken
Manhood diminished
Communication broken
Is this the end?
Of a journey I did not take
We are a result
Of the choices that we make