*Love*

I like the songs,
But not the feeling.

I appreciate the acts,
But never the emotions.

I understand the awe,
But not the wistfulness.

I get the laughing,
But never the crying.

I manage the stares,
But not the look.

I fathom the wisdom,
But hardly the lack of it.

the Words in my head

*Brilliantly Clueless*
*Creatively Challenged*
*Hypothetical Bloomings*
*Stereotypical Beginnings*
*Harsh Readings*
*Rhetorical Declarations*
*Insipid Deliberations*
*Hyped Scenarios*
*Tristanly Isolde*
*Musical Treaties*
*Aboriginal Truce*
*Half-past Challenged*
*Crankily Confused*
*Meandering Allegations*
*Houdini Philosophies*
*Honey-Sugar Mellowings*
*Brutish Imagination*
*God's Microphone*
*Minuscule Irrationalities*
*Murderous Intentions*
*Compatible Identities*
*Freakanoid Realities*
*Morbid Situations*
*Didactic Hopelessness*
*Seriously Fun*
*Concave Darkness*
*Integrated Hybridity*
*Callous Spikes*
*GodStruck Tradition*
*Hopeless Nitwits*
*Nincompoop Witnesses*
*Versatile Theologians*
*Tell-Tale Visions*
*Mushrooming Musicians*
*Minuscule Priorities*
*Meandering Mission*
*Motion Reversal*
*Hydrated Lisp*
*Wistful Vacations*
*Martyred Aspirations*
*Hovering Dreams*
*Mute Resignation*
*Hiccuppin' Visuals*
*Matriarchal Sympathy*
*Redundant BrainCells*
*Ravished Savanna*
*Debatable Virtues*
*Eclipsed Desires*
*Medieval Authority*
*Patriarchal Supervision*
*Legible Transcript*

So you had a Bad Day?

So you had a bad day?
Barely alive... hardly breathing?
No one out there to walk you down the aisle?
Then maybe still alive, but barely breathing?
Mournin' the loss of your peace of mind...your sanity?
Lost somewhere in the wilderness of your creative imagination?
Unable to make sense of the paltry remains?
Cruelly dashed to the point of no hope?
Still brilliantly clueless?
No one around to put you first?
Heard it all before?

Has your individuality been deflowered?
Maybe you have been asleep for way too long?
Have your best days turned out to be your worst?
What do you do when you just cannot stop bleedin'?
So you don't know what to say to those who already know what to say?
What are you actually supposed to do when the best part of you is chokin' you?

So there you are... all alone... again.

*lost*
*dashed*
*crushed*
*defeated*
*strangulated*
*abused*
*betrayed*
*broken*
*misused*
*fallen*
*choking*
*orphaned*
*forsaken*
*numb*
*smothered*
*shocked*
*scandalised*

Wherever.
Whoever.
Whatever.
Whysoever.
Whatsoever.
...However

What if it is your turn to cry...
...Don't they say that bad things happen for a reason...
Is'nt it about tym you conned yourself into imagining a golden line to that fabled silver cloud...
Take a peek outside the window pane.
Maybe what you need is a conversation... or again, maybe not.