Howard Stern has beautiful hair, am I allowed to be jealous?

Oct 06, 2010 00:04

It's back. That horrible feeling of uselessness. Oh, how I despise you so, uselessness.

How long should it take someone to figure out where the hell they belong in life?
Am I taking too long?
Should I be poking myself in the eye or something?

AMBITIONGOGO.

Damn thing is broken again. Feck.

I randomly wrote this at work a few days ago. It's only pieces and is definitely unfinished. I'm sure I'll finish it if the feeling arises again. Maybe. If I can get my ambition working again.

Lover

Hands tremble hysterically
compelling their appendages to grow

lengthen

sharp as knives.

Fresh claws pierce then impale
gripping as they pull outward

a frantic exertion
to release (please stop) the overwhelming crush

inside.

Alone
standing all alone

surrounded
by the winds of humility

mouth agape
screaming impotent cries
of unabashed passion

squelched

silenced by the gales
overpowered by the storm

you finish last (why does it always win?)

uselessness, men, boo, heart, gayness, poetry

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