saitaina | Crappy Poetry Hour (and a post)

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Yes it’s time again for another one of my no format, weird rhyming, what the hell was I smoking poems. This one fresh and original.
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The rain fall softly against the window pain,
washing away a reflection’s tears.
The soft caress of a lover’s touch is missing,
hidden in the dark night.

A sharp, cold wind blows through an echoing heart,
empty since the last sigh of a beloved’s breath.
Forgotten, lost, empty, aching.
Sorrow, hatred, desperation, fear.

Pain, slowly eating away at every nerve,
Desperate depression, gnawing at the heart.
A sickness spreading, growing with time.
lost in the memory and the absence of you.

A game? A pawn?
Pretty little lies told under a glittering sun.
A lie? A joke?
Dreams shattered as the truth comes undone.

What was I? What are we?
Where are the awnser I need to hear.
I love you, I miss you,
But you’re never here.

Broken eternity, fantasies unreal.
My world is still spinning, on the axis you built.
I keep reaching out, for the hand that’s fading from sight.
Please touch me, please speak, please anything before I wilt.

I love you. I need you.
You are the world, the sun, the orbit.
Forever falling, forever desperate, forever in need.
Please…

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New layout, whee!

I have two weeks to finish a crap load of shit before my surgery on the 25th (*gag*). I really don’t want to go through the surgery but I have to. I am not looking forward to being laid up for three weeks with little/no internet access. In fact I’m hating the very idea. If I’m going to be stuck in bed for three weeks I would like internet.

I would also like Bunny right there next to me but I don’t get that either.

Speaking of Bunny, as of eleven minutes ago we’ve been “together” for four and a half monthes. And I’ve spoken to him maybe once this week. I keep reading his last letter, over and over again, because it’s the only connection I have to him at the moment, excluding the messages he sends via Valley.

I want to talk to HIM, even if I know it’s a futile want, due to personality and time constrants. But I still want it. And I don’t even care what form of communication or what about…I just miss him so much right now.

*sigh*

Three weeks with no email, no LJ, no Valley, and especially no Bunny is going to be hell.

I hope to god I start feeling more cheerful and less stressed after this surgery because right now I’m about ready to flip out on someone or write even more melodramatic and angsty crap poetry.