A Bland Idiot
An Empty Book Of Pages
A life Lacking in Experience
No expression in the many faces
A lack of “spice” in conversation
An inability to listen and to remember things from the day
No clear idea of what or how to say
The feelings that don’t really exist
Accept but in a written journal
Yes I suppose I must be a bland idiot
Or is the characterization true to the one who made it…
December 04'
Pleasure or Pain
Flight or Fight
Treasure or Disdain
Day or Night
Love or Hate
Life or Death
Choice or Fate
no regret....
06/09/01
This journey is so inviting
it has lead many astray
this journey is so pleasant
it has made many know not what to say
this journey is so desirable
it has made many loose their way
This journey is so beautiful
it has left many in dismay
This journey is a mirage
This journey is love ...
not dated
How does one define pain
the sky turns dark gray
Adults start to pray
a kid runs across the street
hoping to avoid the crashing sheet
there is no avoiding today
he feels so pelted lost in a sense of disarray
in the corner waves crash and shatter a boat tied to a rope
with it they take something they take something that once brought hope
a car loses control and runs into a store
only to be followed by even more
the noise is ubearable and deafening
the sight so gory yet intriguing
how does one define pain
how does one define pelting rain
how does one define a hurricane
by defining the pain of a broken lover's heart
not dated
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