Thoughts are measured by my mistakes
No courage while facing the intimidating past
Reminded of the things I've said,
or the way I could of done things

The days continue although it does not show (on my exterior)

What am I going to do, where am I going to go

(I feel inferior)

I can't sleep and that is nothing new.
Still worrying and waiting, for nothing to do.
Why I do not hate and why I do not judge.
Is my way of preparing, for what is not been done.
Seeing and hearing is not quite enough.
People may learn it, especially when times are rough.
The only way to advance and to be a special person though?
Is to live and listen, then learn from mistakes that have been made.

The winds have ceased,
so the time is lost.
Life turns out to be driven through.
But not always, without a cost.
Forgotten after your death,
you wish your time was more stable.
Unless living through the strife,
makes you feel more able?
But not me,
I tend to be more worried.

The time has gone, so where does that leave me really?
Alone, unwanted and feeling no release.
That's where I'll stay. But then, I'll drift right past you.
In one piece.


"About my decisions on poems that have let me down, and why I continue to write them?"

(BORING)
I wish I had more upbeat poems for ya???
But I'm better at explaining depressing stuff, rather than the happier things in life.
Poetry to me, has usually been there when I'm a little depressed.
I like it when I can say, or feel like I have felt the same way as a certain person, especially someone who I have never met before. It is a tremendous feeling, the connection there?
It makes me realize that some of us do feel the same about issues? Mostly it reassures me that there are others just like me?
Maybe I'll come up with some poems that are more uplifting?
(BORING)