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Sunday, November 29, 2009
this is my attempt at writing a poem that actually rhythms when i was in australia. i only wrote one, my friend wrote like a dozen, lol. poked consciousness, distant voices, unfamiliar sights waking up had just become an unimportant fight immobility, relentless pain enveloping this pointless refrain yearning for all to feel as before actuality strikes, shattering hopes once tall all is clear, it seems none of which fits in these lonely encounters appear so wrong despite all efforts to make them strong i guess it just wasn't meant to be relief, escapade, release - please this isn't the first, it won't be the last all that fate has installed, continum of a lonely pathetic past fall to insanity, fall till absurb this life has been nothing short of pain, torture, resentment what options remain in ending this life before disappointments, failures, diseases, become rife as night falls and dawn draws near beginning marks the end, as torture entails nothing to expect but seething pain life seem like a meaningless terrain starring into space as i lay down right hopeful never to see the next break of light fading consciousness, drifting voices,unpredictable sights falling asleep is well - just another rite desolation in this endless rain breaking out of this enternal contain yearning for this all to come to an end darkness falls, rendering death a possible friend ppl, pls dont think too much, haha. JoNz, tired of it all... 2:07 PM
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