orgami's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- summer haze....
no great romance... relationships are a lifer thing except i dont need the bar eight months sober and its a broken and broken and broken.. godamn... pull people out and they dive in all this slowly just shutting me nickel and dime budget to boot.. five years of slowly crashing down.. the poetry is disentegrating on the other site.....pms,,the usual human drama....how that was fun too in the beginning..but now thats real...maybe the sobriety is what changed it...i never had enough time in straight to just live through this stupid foggy haze that goes for reality....way too easy to just get drunk..for what? i hated that addiction.... my poetry...i dont even write here anymore...but then again..this is the poets life...living in shitty shape shift worlds....eating dirt....humility and shame every other move and the well to do's fearful of my wild looks and wild side thats free trying to cut me off.....i look like a character...and the people who make the effort to either smile and be nice or the ones laughing..look like everybody else..but I..like the poetry make my difference... i just take the dog and go for walks on the trails....cut straight through the wods with her on lead..weaving..like a tracker would do..like the original dog man team of old...now its for fun...but in the old days it was real... fighting the usual...depression..like i cant wait for winter..the wet feet..the damp shoes because i cant afford decent boots....gov is messed up....first time i never made good money working and i owe...crazy..poverty is created.. i wanted to write poetry not political jargon...but its like you cant be happy...you cant be creative....its like fritz langs metropolis.....only thing they cant do is read inside your head..but they can look at the internet..read your keystrokes...see it.....i wandered lonely as a cloud...why would i put that in... anyway...just whats going on..tiny tiny glimpse...and i read my old stuff from 2005....nine freaking long years ago...i dont make any more sense or less from then... i really want to go back to just writing mindless poetry that i liked..... 12:23 a.m. - 2014-07-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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