broken dreams

the dark cold nights

of broken dreams

the things you thought that mattered

trying to see

or never at all

that your broken dreams

could be lingering on forever

i know

Yes, I know my blog is quite boring. Not very interesting I guess. I'm always blank so I never know what to write these days.

just a couple words

I sometimes wish I could go back in time to make a few changes, to say just a couple words, to fix the mistakes that took me until now to realize. But not matter how much I beg, no matter how much I could ever wish this was all just a dream. I can't make up for the things I should of done. So maybe it's better to just wonder how things could of been, rather than being disappointed on the fact that it can't change.

breath of a scent

the longest touch

the sightless view

the tasteless love

of distorted words

lingers on forever

or holds a bullet close

the sound of a shot

will leave it all in tears

thinking wrong over right

blaming guilt over truth

having fear over feeling

only to die over and over again

-pretty much all my poetry i like to use a lot of metaphores and exadurated thought. So each one can be broken down in a different meaning depending on person