the complexy of ones mind...
Aliens in the sky, watching us homosapiens live and die...
but they do not see our dreams, our thoughts,
which in turn bring forth our demise...sometimes...
but just like a flower we must rise... and let the bee suck the nectar from our eyes... and then we lie, patiently reminicing what memories were in store in ones sight...empty feelings of joy, sadness and despair, in turn are ones companions in lifes cultivating snare...
Although this poem may not make sense... the point is i felt a pain in my chest, because losing someone who you can never get mad, at sucks... too many signs, and too many memories account for these feelings, and now it feels like these cuts have been opened and there is no healing... although i may seem too young but sometimes i wonder about this "love"... i think too maturely which is pretty ironic... but all this stuff for someone? seriously...
this may be the last entry i put, because honestly i feel wierd... like a wierd wierd... Im not good with poetry or nothing like that... im pretty logical, but now i fing no explanation i am at a loss of words... which shows up there... i think i should go to sleep... i dont know... I dont understand i really dont, and it makes me sad... not because of the people of the situations... but because for the first time... " I dont know"
but they do not see our dreams, our thoughts,
which in turn bring forth our demise...sometimes...
but just like a flower we must rise... and let the bee suck the nectar from our eyes... and then we lie, patiently reminicing what memories were in store in ones sight...empty feelings of joy, sadness and despair, in turn are ones companions in lifes cultivating snare...
Although this poem may not make sense... the point is i felt a pain in my chest, because losing someone who you can never get mad, at sucks... too many signs, and too many memories account for these feelings, and now it feels like these cuts have been opened and there is no healing... although i may seem too young but sometimes i wonder about this "love"... i think too maturely which is pretty ironic... but all this stuff for someone? seriously...
this may be the last entry i put, because honestly i feel wierd... like a wierd wierd... Im not good with poetry or nothing like that... im pretty logical, but now i fing no explanation i am at a loss of words... which shows up there... i think i should go to sleep... i dont know... I dont understand i really dont, and it makes me sad... not because of the people of the situations... but because for the first time... " I dont know"