orgami's Diaryland Diary

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desolations constellations

no face
no perceptions

thin walls fluttering in the breath
of nights and splinters of days

this spark is silent
no jubilant extractions
just distant distractions
and the medley of
music

bury my soul with speed and
fury song bytes from the
net
sit here in my post my chair
this room of lairs
covering a deep anguish
a wound that never stays
silent

pushed away always
your too noisy
too demanding
some other time
not right now
go away
i have a headache
your blocking the
television
your pissing me off

ride the days
the waves of hurt
passing happy couples
walking
holding hands

feel hunger when i
see their smiles

all the emptiness
in my many miles

we live together
arranged and neat
in this perfect
place
with our walls of
colour and furniture

our fridge is full
our cupboards stocked

i search the stars and
ask Why
why is there so much
ache still inside
where is my happiness
why cant i feel
how come im numb some
days

i have
everything
i
want

im the luckiest
man
alive

im okay
im okay
im okay
im okay
im okay

11:11 p.m. - 2007-09-16

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