More Poems for Kasi's bid

[lunesque]

I just realized that I haven't posted any of my Kasi bids for the general public, so I'll feed this one out, although Kasi hasn't seen it yet.

Also, Kasi!! If you want me to release any of the others, tell me, and then give me a copy of the ones that I gave you, because I only have six of them! I think. -.-

Anyway, crappy poem that ends up being... number... #10?



So I’m sitting here after midnight
and my thoughts breeze through my head so q u i c k l y
that if feels as if I am not thinking at all.

Thinking isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, you know,
or at least, that’s how it seems to me
when I have no world altering words inside of me
and all I seem to do is loop loneliness and pain.
Continuous repeat from a broken soul
(it’s my own fault anyway, so I don’t know why I sit here
and w o n d e r
when I already know the answer.)

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
(by now, the word has lost its meaning
because there is no tomorrow—
it is an abstract idea of the future created
so that people don’t lose hope.
For tomorrow will never be like today,
but tomorrow never comes,
so it’s a moot point to make.)

And so today will never be tomorrow
like this will never be poetry.
It is simply p r o s e
broken up
into misshapen lines.
And one will ever know
if these words hold any of me in them

In the end,
none of it will matter anyway.
Except there’s a lump in my throat;
a blankness in my eyes;
and I’m still waiting for tomorrow to come.

Comments

[on-the-cusp.livejournal.com]

[clings to you] and where are you! (i'm sorry i was still on from last night. i woke up and it was late and i was like >< but now you aren't here and i'm all [wibble])

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

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[on-the-cusp.livejournal.com]

i love you, today seemed to be a big fumble i'm so sorry. ><

[moriavis.livejournal.com]

Oh, honey, it's okay! I was bored and lonely without you, but I lived! *snuggles*

[on-the-cusp.livejournal.com]

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