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Why the cold shoulder of society has hit me, for the life, love and sanity of this body has seem to falter along with the winter storms. tho spring has lept into life causing a stir in some of humanity, it has become dark and depressing for these eyes. Life has been a struggle since my childhood, yet I have pushed back out through writings and poetry to keep me sain, yet I am tired like all others, and the love and laughter of the world has turned into darkened rooms and quiet times. I thought life was become filled with light yet it seems another storm has covered me and yet does not want me to venture into a path of beauty and enlightenment. the struggle continues I guess.

My emotions have been ramped these last couple of weeks like a new life has drawn its extra breathe and feels refreshed. The sites have peek with visions of beauty that words cannot explain. Yet to far out of reach to grab and hold and never let it go. Cruelty of life to give you a passion but put barriers up so that it can only be imagined and never held. Why does society mock me have i grown old and weary a flash in the mirror of life with no luster and self worth. The Beauty the thoughts the life of the dream i want. The clock of time will tell if the fantasies of my mind will come true

The world is so cruel for the things i long for seems out of reach. I am like a kid waiting for christmas checking to see if there is any presents that yet do not come. To hold to see to feel. Yet i know that in time it may come yet in my heart i still feel unsettled in life.

Pictures become a blurt for they become quick like the clocks of time and are gone yet i long for the world to slow down so more pictures can be etched in my mind or come more frequent to let me know that this world is not taunting me like some evil jester that will say jokes on you and leave me shattered like a mirror on the concrete.



Why is my emotion do hyper or unsettled. For i managed to hide emotions from the cruel world yet they flow like a waterfall in the dead of winter.

The world is so cruel for the things i long for seems out of reach. I am like a kid waiting for christmas checking to see if there is any presents that yet do not come. To hold to see to feel. Yet i know that in time it may come yet in my heart i still feel unsettled in life.

Pictures become a blurt for they become quick like the clocks of time and are gone yet i long for the world to slow down so more pictures can be etched in my mind or come more frequent to let me know that this world is not taunting me like some evil jester that will say jokes on you and leave me shattered like a mirror on the concrete.



Why is my emotion do hyper or unsettled. For i managed to hide emotions from the cruel world yet they flow like a waterfall in the dead of winter.