Archive for April 2011

Nobody wins, except for everyone but you.

Monday, April 4, 2011 § 4

White on white,
Pure on pure,
Perfect on perfect.
Why concentrate on that when there are so many colors around?
The colors will stain the white,
Why try to avoid it?
The colors will seep through;
They will trickle down to the whitest spot.
The colors will bleed until there is nothing left.
There will be nothing left.
All you can do is stand by and watch.
You will watch everything you've worked for slow away.
The white will flow away with shame replacing it.
Oozing colors will dry, and nothing will be the same.

Signing off,

Once you enter a black hole, sit back and wait for your limbs to disconnect.

Friday, April 1, 2011 § 2

I'm back. I've written so much. My poems explain my life, so I'll share.

I am a nobody trying to find a purpose.
Empty, alone, and drained.
My mind runs wild when all I want it to do is shut the fuck up.
Why must my thoughts criticize so harshly?
I just want some sleep, but my wishes are never granted.

Signing off,