Business as usual

I first must apologize for not posting in so long, of course I am not sure anyone is reading this it probably does not matter too much anyway.

My life in the past weeks has become more....complicated...for lack of a better word. It is difficult to blame the intricacy on a specific source, but is more correctly attributed to a large association for events. Needless to say, the aforementioned events have led me to much thought which in turn leads me to write. I gained a habit a few years back to write mainly poetry in times of large and strange emotional bursts. The reason being it is faster, shorter, and more capable of explaining undefinable feelings.

I have written six poems in the last week, but they are not all that great. I will share with you my favorite:

NIGHTMARES COME TRUE

My insecurities are killing me,
They're pushing you away from me,
Ending it before it began.

You may say I think to much,
Leaning on my imaginary crutch,
But I was right again.

I dreamed this further than it ever would be
Lost in the blanket that consumed me
Comfort like a God send.

Suffering the loss of what never was
Wanted to be in love, addicted to the buzz
A bleeding heart to rend.

My dreams never come true
But my nightmares always seem to...



Well there it is. It is my attempt to describe a pattern that has happened repeatedly in my life. I am sure it could use some refining but I thought you might enjoy it in it's raw state, fresh off the note-book paper.