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