You Left Me

poem I wrote when I was 15-16, I wrote it shortly after the death of my best friend; my only friend.

 

These pills I pop

These drinks I down

I wonder how long it will take until

I’m cold and dead on this ground

My eyes can’t lie

It’s my heart that’s broken

You left me

And I can’t live without you

I miss you so much

My pain gets me to act this way

I don’t know what to do

This drink takes away a few memories in a glass

But the sad thing

I know in the morning they will be back

If there is a god

He’ll take my life

I don’t want to be around

Because you’ll never be back

I don’t want and I don’t deserve another chance

You were too good to be true

I never wanted to lose sight of you

I truly loved you

 

Old stuff

Yesterday I traveled a far and long path to brave my mother’s basement, the basement that I am convinced is where all spider nightmares go for vacation.  I went threw alot of my old stuff.  Not too much because I wanted out of there before anybody got home, grabbed a couple of boxes and an old laptop bag full of old journals and random things.  When I wrote alot and doodled when bored and nothing came to mind I would write random things on scrap paper, so far these are my favorite finds.. random and just plain me, no heavy thinking was involved

Here is a couple of them

I’m just sitting here making airplanes, paper ones that crash, why wont they fly?  I folded them the way the website told me and still they just crash.  Now I’m just sitting here watching people laugh at me, I was not trying to make a bad stunt plane, I did not wish to entertain.. I wanted a glider.

Now I am sitting out here crashing other peoples airplanes.

 

Anybody have a muse for sale? mine is on strike and since I can not meet its demands (better pay, better management, and less eraser) there is no crossing the line anytime soon.  This is a horrible standoff