tired

U-R

i wrote this ages ago, i was probably 13 at the time. when i was younger i wrote constantly, manicaly. one night when i was about 16 i came home drunk and emotional and burnt almost everything i ever wrote. for days after i was constantly on the verge of bursting into tears, wishing that i hadn't done it. this is one of the very few things that i didn't burn.


to sleep, to sleep
i just want to know you
found it yet?
your guess is as good as mine
why did you come here? why?
nevermind, these things happen
i'll roam as always
have you seen me lately?
if you do, don't follow
somehow it's always me and the rest
where else if not here?
wait, i can make it work
you understand now?
theory disproven
more you talk the less i care
let go, i've got you, trust me
patience, please be patient
the will grows tired
calm like the sea after a storm
there there, it's all over
sleep under my wing, it's alright
i'll stay here i promise
vanished
clock goes round in circles
never did make any sense
glass too empty to ever fill again
i think it's nearly time
nearly where now?
spinning
circling
fading
without a trace i'm spent
i know, i know... dear god believe me, i know
and in a world where every fresh taste has been processed and stripped of its purity by the time it reaches my mouth... just want to starve and fade away

pacifier

I like this. especially for 13.I wasn't writing anything at 13. There were a few times I felt like burning all my stuff too. I never did though. Maybe I should have, but then I think I would have felt how you did after.

lovin kind

poetry seems to be inspired by fatigue sometimes

twin2

I like this as well. It held my interest.