Well, I got inspiration from the storm that's raging on and on in my area. Well, what I wrote didn't come out the way I wanted it to, but it's legible. It's in song format, though I don't have a tune goin' for it just yet. And...I don't know what it's about. It's just something that came out. I suppose it has to do with isolation. I've been feeling kind of isolated lately.

It's silly when a poet doesn't know what they're writing about, eh?

A World Just For Me

I’ve never heard the ocean.
I’ve never seen the sea.
I’ve never known the pain of being parted of what’s most precious to me.
I’ve never seen the sunlight,
I know not the glow of the moon.
I’ve never been farther than the world I’ve created here, just for me.

A world without oceans,
A world by itself,
With nothing to hurt me and nothing to touch.

I cannot reach out, even if I try,
so these meaningless days are just passing me by.
The rain falls, but it doesn’t touch me,
The stars shine bright,
But their light doesn’t reach me.

I’ve never sung a lullaby,
Nor had one sung for me,
I’ve never felt the joy of being free.
I can’t even fathom what a friend would be like,
Because I’ve never been farther than the world I’ve created here, just for me.

A world without songs,
A world by itself,
With nothing to hurt me and nothing to touch.

I cannot reach out, even if I try,
so these meaningless days are just passing me by.
The rain falls, but it doesn’t touch me,
The stars shine bright,
But their light doesn’t reach me.

And I sit and look at my prison I’ve made of stone,
And wonder what it would be like to have a home.
The thought has hit me hard,
I know not what to do, you see,
I’ve never been farther than the world I’ve created here, just for me.

A world without homes,
A world by itself,
With nothing to hurt me and nothing to touch.


I cannot reach out, even if I try,
So these meaningless days are just passing me by.
The rain falls, but it doesn’t touch me,
The stars shine bright,
But their light doesn’t reach me.

And it never will.

Uhm...this one...haha. It's a strange one. Depressing. It's another one of those ones that wrote itself. It's not about me...hell, I don't know who it's about. But...enjoy?

All That's Real

Today it’s raining,
And I can’t seem to feel.
It’s as if everything I’ve ever known has run away from me.

My memories leaked out and slithered their way across the floor,
My friends, they stomped them out and flew away on darkening wings.
My loves, my fears, they intertwined,
And now I don’t know what’s real and what’s left in my mind.

It was a day like today, so long ago,
When the blood I loved spilled across the floor.
I couldn’t stop it, and even today I cry,
but no matter what I do…he still dies.

Today it’s raining,
And I can’t seem to feel.
My life is a tattered scarf that never left the spinning wheel.

My tears have slithered away and formed spider webs in the corners,
My screams have ceased their echoing across the barren walls,
My eyes have given up their will to see.

It was a day like today, so long ago,
When I watched a sea of crimson spread across the floor.
And even today I shy away from bonds,
In fear.

Today it’s raining,
And I can’t seem to feel.
All I have left is myself.
I’m all that’s real.