bad_poetry Souless_Wanderer Questions how is it that no one notices my self distruction? my shattered soul behind my eyes? how can i smile and laugh when im dying inside? does anybody notice? do they even care? will they miss me when im gone? will they all stand up and cheer? when the pain becomes to much will i finally take the plunge? will the blood flow from my body? the breath escape my lungs? or will i be content to stand and watch life pass me by? when will i thaw enough to just break down and cry? will i ever tell the truth about anything i feel? anything i do? when will i start to heal? when my past and present hurt to much will i finally learn to cope? or will the future bury me, and give up all my hope? 031211 ... souless wanderer Goddess The moon peeks out its cold luminous face. Shining down on the revelers below. Amid the fresh snow, and frigid wind they dance raising their arms to worship their Goddess as only they can their voices raised in praise nature feeds their power and She beams down stars twinkling as She gives Her blessing to Her children they fall silent knowing this moment is holy the dusky, translucent curtains of grey cover Her face and Her children begin the long journey home. 031211 ... souless wanderer Eyes fall Downcast Look into myself and am appalled at what I see hate tearing me apart fear consuming my soul I try to change but before long I revert to the creature that I detest. I condemn myself to a life of solitude as atonement for my sins I have been judged and found severely lacking in the attributes that make one human the physical characteristics are all in order it's the emotional and mental that are in chaos My mind is a never-ending maze my thoughts have no semblance of order they seem disjointed, removed perhaps in hindsight they will make sense wishing to end it not having the strength instead I slowly deteriorate past memories eating me alive resurrected emotions drowning me is it possible to change the past? Erase the events that have made me the creature that I am? I will search till my dying day for the answers I am seeking. 031211 ... Doar isn't really that bad after all. 031211 ... notme i dib all dab all what i write is bad bowl 031211 ... notme and i read this by the way, wishing i could say some of it myself in such a way, souless_wanderer . 031211 ... yerp blather is bad poetry! bah, it makes me realize how much mine sucks. 031215 ... oldephebe i don't think your poetry sucks at all..for a fop like me..some of your lines..such obvious obliterating heart break fills up my throat with my heart..as i blink the water from my eyes i just continue to marvel at the beautiful souls i encounter here ... 031215 ... flippo elf droppings bleed along the runway of my pestulence leavings from the rat urine soaked aching of my soul's spent flatulence I writhe in anguish for the gravy spilling o'er my potatoes for the leftist, marxist lean to dear nana's grottoes spleen 031216 ... crimson I am one small, bad poem. 031216 ... Souless Wanderer All alone In a world gone cold. Nothing left, because I promised. Shining steel just up the stairs, But my flesh remains intact. For now. 031222 ... souless wanderer thank you... still believes the title. 031222 ... person Blather is poetry on steroids 050130 what's it to you? who go blather from