I'm listening to the immense sounds of the sea
amidst the echoes of the past...
The birds singing their
chorus at dawn...
Roll the dice again
for nothing more than less...
I don't think I write poetry.
Though sometimes I write rhymes...
When nobody's around
I can hear the calling sound...
I've looked everywhere and I can't seem to find
the childlike quality I left behind...
Don't you just
Hate the feeling...
I tried to succeed in life
But u kept pulling me down...
I was thinking the other day
about if you died today...
Laying on my bed now
Looking at my light bulb...
Once again moping about my sorrows
Stuck in the past and not living for today or...
I love the feeling of cold linoleum
as I sit alone in the dark...