1/2n1/2 The Coffee Creamer

Scribblings on The Public Bathroom Stall
2002-03-04 04:49:47 (UTC)

I write poetry?Who'da thought?

I have a bit of poerty to share w/ you wonderful peoples.
Wrote it all last night and it's a tad long so I apologize.
Should I read this at the next poetry slam at school?
I leave it to the reader to decide.
I call it The Merry Go Round of Life

Tears falling from my eyes
Much like raindrops from the sky.
I have too many reasons so please don’t ask me why.
I’m depressed
I’m upset
I’m everything but what I used to be.
Happy.
I used to be happy and yet I am no longer.
I just spend most of my days down in the dumps and somber.
I’ll pretend to laugh.
Fake a smile.
Act like happiness is my life style.
Half my time is spent in tears.
Brought about by all my fears.
I’m scared
I’m afraid
I want a hug.
Just in general I want to be loved.
And yet I don’t see that happening.
Not at all.
And just like Alice in Wonderland I’m in free-fall
Into my own personal hole, not a rabbits mind you.
A tunnel of darkness
A hole of despair
Help me out!
I can’t breathe in this suffocating blackness!
I can’t even see 2 feet in front of me!
Where am I going in my life?
What will I do to survive if it’s survival of the fittest?
Because I’m sure as heck not one of the fittest
I’m so puzzled
I’m so confused.
If I keep up this attitude I’ll forever be blue.
I want someone somewhere to tell me it’s going to be okay
No one ever says it though.
Not today
Not tomorrow.
Not ever.
Is there no more comfort in the world aside from a hand to
hold
Or a person to hug
An object or something or some one to love?
In a war like world everyone’s engaged in a personal battle
Especially in my mind and theirs as well
So is there love at all is there only hell?
What do we have to look forward to?
Can we stop this or is there nothing anyone can do?
Hate versus Love
Black versus White
Every night
I go to bed thinking in my head.
What is left. What was destroyed?
Is nothing sacred?
Can love even repair the damage that has been done to mine
And other peoples fragile minds?
I can only hope it does and does so soon.
Once in a blue moon I get a glance of what could have been.
Or what I wish could be.
And then that of which I can see is like a candle in a
drafty room
Burning brightly and gone in a flash.
Only smoke and a bit of ash
Left to remind you of what brightness in the world was there
one moment and gone in the next
Love
To
Hate
Sorrow
To
Joy
Boy oh boy are we in for a crazy ride on the merry go round
of life.
Twirling
Spinning
Getting dizzy
Creepy music
Some of us giddy
The rest of us not
Sometimes up
Other times down
North
South
East
West
That would be me upon the ground
Round and round it goes
Does it ever stop?
Nobody knows.
How the heck do we get off this never-ending carousel ride?
Do we just fall off
One by one?
Or does it ever slow?
Or does it continue to go?
Faster
Faster
Faster
Colors flying by
Impossible to recognize anything, even if I try.
Wishing
Begging
Dreaming
Hoping it will slow.
I plan to keep hanging on for dear life
But what happens if I let go?

Yeah that would be all and trust me I think it's enough.
Any feedback?
So sayeth 1/2n1/2 The Coffee Creamer




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