PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Hello once again, my confidant, my friend, I’ve been searching for some time now, only to find myself closer to the end, and it seems, that when I get a grip, everything turns to sand, I watch it fall right through my hand, and when I try to pick up all the pieces, the flood comes to wash it all away, I look up only to see the world so cold and gray, and all the faces of the passers by are so forged and fake, it makes me wonder if another breath I want to take, from there, through the roaring silence I break, realizing that being different is not simply a mistake, but a gift or blessing that seems to go on and on, like the way I stare into the sky, recalling memories so fond, and as my mind churns through the night, I toss and turn, hoping that everything will be all right



I cannot sleep tonight, no dreams for this restless soul, I absorb the energies like a twirling black hole, often I wonder to myself aloud, everything makes perfect sense before I even make a sound, it’s these moments I cherish, because they are so simple but rare, like the chances of this life being fair, and when I smile, it may seem odd, but it feels earned, like the sense of accomplishment when something new is learned, whether they’ll ever understand me I question no more, never again will I wonder what I am writing for, it is my language to the souls of us all, to inspire or give hope when we feel ourselves fall.