test!

bought the universe today
pored over it and cried
still homesick
didn’t get it back

It is late at night
I look through the window toward the midnight stars and city lights
Full of happiness, something I feel I don’t have now
The fan is turned on and the lights in the house are off.
I crawl in bed and close my eyes, only for them to open again.
I can’t sleep; all my thoughts are going through my head
Or at least my thoughts about you
All ever thought about was your memorizing eyes, the feel of your touch, the way you kiss.

Poetry for love.
Poetry for laughter.
Poetry for sunshine.
Do my words create anything
other than hollow sounding Hypotheses?
Woe to the writer,
She has no love.
Woe to the reader,
He feels no joy.
Infernally and eternally,
Intermitantly.
Inevitably wandering.
Crying tears of wasted time.
Pounding fists
clenched around a web of
pain and imbedded fears.
Raging, wailing, regretting, wishin.
Lost love.
Past potential.
Watching helplessly.
Choosing indifference,
Preferring antipathy.

Poetry for love.
Poetry for laughter.
Poetry for sunshine.
Do my words create anything
other than hollow sounding Hypotheses?
Woe to the writer,
She has no love.
Woe to the reader,
He feels no joy.
Infernally and eternally,
Intermitantly.
Inevitably wandering.
Crying tears of wasted time.
Pounding fists
clenched around a web of
pain and imbedded fears.
Raging, wailing, regretting, wishin.
Lost love.
Past potential.
Watching helplessly.
Choosing indifference,
Preferring antipathy.

Poetry for love.
Poetry for laughter.
Poetry for sunshine.
Do my words create anything
other than hollow sounding Hypotheses?
Woe to the writer,
She has no love.
Woe to the reader,
He feels no joy.
Infernally and eternally,
Intermitantly.
Inevitably wandering.
Crying tears of wasted time.
Pounding fists
clenched around a web of
pain and imbedded fears.
Raging, wailing, regretting, wishin.
Lost love.
Past potential.
Watching helplessly.
Choosing indifference,
Preferring antipathy.

There seems tome
to be
A shortage…
Or maybe its
a surplus.
Of what I’m unsure.
Whather too little
or too much
I am uncertain.
There is a heavy feeling
in my air
Or the light is too dark.
Perhaps the hues
have faded.
Or the season hasn’t changed.
There is a stalesness which
I can taste.
Over ripe fruit of a diseased tree
Falling to the ground,
Bursting its sour, rank
Pulp
Sending seedlings
In all directions,
Contaminating the soil
of my mind.
My senses catapult into that

keep yourself awake
with all this late night thinking
now try to forget that face and voice
embrace the void of her absence.
 
well, it all meant nothing
so you wrote it down anyway
this is a loose connection
that goes beyond repair.
 
let the music
bring you back to life
bass melody blood line
lift your dead emotions.
 
read the words
cling to something
that brings you pleasure
without any real pain.

forget the loss,
the inevitable
downward slope
that follows.
forget the cold detachment,
the calls no longer   made.
 
forget the words
holding the bridge of friendship
together.
 
 
forget all that warmed
the cold parts
of a heart forgotten.
 
forget me
and i’ll forget you…
in the blink of and eye
in the bend of a  smile,
lets be forgotten and gone.