tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46775461250998351152012-02-15T22:30:46.717-08:00The ride of life was going too fast,So I jumped off and skinned my knee.Apoc37http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798682573177071734noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677546125099835115.post-69252225551159379102009-10-04T17:58:00.000-07:002009-10-04T18:01:21.079-07:00<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The seas of love are plentiful.<div>Yet I'm dyeing of thirst. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The food of relationships are everywhere.</div><div>Yet I'm dyeing of hunger.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Loneliness is scare.</div><div>Yet I have enough to last a thousand lifetimes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4677546125099835115-6925222555115937910?l=apocolypse37.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Apoc37http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798682573177071734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677546125099835115.post-29954283111348567062009-10-04T17:54:00.000-07:002009-10-04T17:58:37.657-07:00Perfection.<div>That perfect feeling.</div><div>That feeling I have searched the world for, and found in my heart.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Treasure it.</div><div>Curse it, for I know it's infinite wisdom and beauty.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>And I have no one to share it with.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Perfect.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4677546125099835115-2995428311134856706?l=apocolypse37.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Apoc37http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798682573177071734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677546125099835115.post-13673971458085465672009-10-04T17:52:00.000-07:002009-10-04T17:54:05.036-07:00<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Happiness and loneliness<div>Walk hand in hand</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The simple solitude</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The freedom of isolation</div><div>I listen to the silence</div><div>A tear of sorrow forms in my heart.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A dream.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Destroyed by an awakened reality. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4677546125099835115-1367397145808546567?l=apocolypse37.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Apoc37http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798682573177071734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677546125099835115.post-8667046918669985092009-10-04T17:49:00.000-07:002009-10-04T17:51:59.106-07:00Poetry of madness<div>A diary of dreams</div><div><br /></div><div>Picture book echoes</div><div>Cracks with no seams</div><div><br /></div><div>Songs of sorrow</div><div>So beautiful I laugh</div><div><br /></div><div>Riding life's rapids</div><div>In a coffin shaped raft</div><div><br /></div><div>I once was a man</div><div>But now I'm a boy</div><div><br /></div><div>For she chews up my emotions</div><div>Just like I'm a toy</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4677546125099835115-866704691866998509?l=apocolypse37.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Apoc37http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798682573177071734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677546125099835115.post-42455109428992299282009-10-04T17:31:00.000-07:002009-10-04T17:49:09.876-07:00<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The Silence is Deafening.<div>Smoke filled room.</div><div> Littered with trash I associate with memories I'm trying to forget.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>No reason to remember.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>No reason to hold onto the empty beer cans and unpaid bills.</div><div>Too Many hours in the day.</div><div>Too many talk shows about everyday freaks.</div><div>Can't stomach the news anymore.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The pilgrimages out into the bright light to locate a vocation, so that I may keep my sheltered life, is the only thing that reminds me that I'm not already dead.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4677546125099835115-4245510942899229928?l=apocolypse37.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Apoc37http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798682573177071734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677546125099835115.post-33410494506534644292009-04-26T19:29:00.000-07:002009-04-26T19:35:08.903-07:00My soul hurts.<div>So I cry.</div><div>Inside not out.</div><div>No water leaves this body.</div><div><br /></div><div>Inside only.</div><div>                       I scream.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Outside the wall is strong.</div><div>Only once in a while the sunshine stretches over,</div><div>Blinding me.</div><div>                         It Hurts.</div><div>                       </div><div>                                            My soul.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4677546125099835115-3341049450653464429?l=apocolypse37.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Apoc37http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798682573177071734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677546125099835115.post-25972225333141446452009-03-06T20:18:00.000-08:002009-03-06T20:24:18.358-08:00Soft felt handshakes.<div>A crowded room.</div><div>lip locks,</div><div>finger cocks.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fallen salty tears</div><div>from beneath the broken smile.</div><div><br /></div><div>Reflections of yesterday,</div><div>from a forgotten tomorrow.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4677546125099835115-2597222533314144645?l=apocolypse37.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Apoc37http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798682573177071734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677546125099835115.post-81129706572424225442008-10-20T03:58:00.001-07:002008-10-20T04:02:46.039-07:00The morning cold bites into my soul.<div>Not fully awake.</div><div>I stumble down the road.</div><div><br /></div><div>The dying leafs fall from the trees.</div><div>Cold and wet.</div><div>Blanket my path.</div><div><br /></div><div>I grasp onto my son's warm hand.</div><div>As we walk toward school.</div><div>The fog is thick,</div><div>And the morning cold bites into my soul.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4677546125099835115-8112970657242422544?l=apocolypse37.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Apoc37http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798682573177071734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677546125099835115.post-11873756954256150772008-10-16T17:15:00.000-07:002008-10-16T17:17:00.304-07:00In December it's my birthday.<div>I'll be 40.</div><div><br /></div><div>40 more years, and I'll be dead.</div><div>The wait is killing me.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4677546125099835115-1187375695425615077?l=apocolypse37.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Apoc37http://www.blogger.com/profile/07798682573177071734noreply@blogger.com2