.:a place called Nothing:. WIPquite recently, i founda place called Nothing.it's incredible. really.the place is Nothing;it isn't nothing, because then it wouldn't evenbe a place.do you understand?there are No people there.they belong to Nothing.there is nowhere they should be except for Nothing.their leader takes care of themexactly the wayhe wants.his name is Noone.Noone thinks he is an important person,but for all his great plans andfine speeches, he is just...Noone.if he wasn't Noone,would he be someone, do you think?do you understand?Nothing is in the Middle of Nowhere.it could have been anywhere,but Nowhere is where it is.because it is in theMiddle of Nowhere,No people get left alone.and when they feel more alone,they feel moreafraid. so they turn to Noonefor help. and Noone decidesfor them.some times, Noone gets afraid of his powerover Nothing.so he tries to find someone tohelp him,but he only ever finds more Nothing.do you understand?the Way in Nothing is Nonsense.every
WIP .:the floating palace:.a feathered boa, torn bythe wind from the clutches of its owner seeks freedomfrom a world ofevening dresses and champagne.whipping wildly,it swirls away from streamlined lightsthat lose themselves inwaves and clouded darkness.a seagull, swept too far from landsearches for refugefrom the twisted lightningand gale winds.caught unexpectedly by aviolent gust,it becomes entangled with what was once a symbol ofthe gusto of life, but is now thefury of death.helpless squacks do nothing to savefeather or feathered as theyplummet through the pitiless night.deep beneath the sea,a majestic whale cutsthrough the calm. unawareof fear, the leviathan notesdetachedlythe sinking mesh ofstruggling life and impending death.more concerned with food,the shadow loses itself in the ocean'smurky darkness.nothing can touch him. here is where the poem is still under construction. i need to tie the cruise ship back in to the poem. how? i have a few ideas, but suggestions are goin
.:i'm sorry:.i'm sorry for all the painthe agony and tears.i'm sorry for the timesi ignored you through the years.i wish we hadn't partedthe way we did back then.i'm sorry for the timewe just pretended to be friends.but why did i lose you?or was it the other way around?why did i not tell youinstead of clamp my feelings down.i lost you to the partythe thrill of drinking in the bar.i lost you to the bottle,where the bottom seems so far.i'm sorry for not sayingthat i needed you with me.i'm sorry for not acceptingyour love and sympathy.don't you know i cannot bendand show the hurt inside?it's too dangerous to open upand again, i chose to hide.so i lost you to the distance,not replying to your calls.it was easier to play that waythan face and end it all.but why did i fight itand lock it all away?how could i have shown youthe way i felt each day?i'm sorry that i'm quietnoone hurts if noone knows.i'm sorry it still happened.i guess something always shows.so i lost you t
untitled 002a girl that always hid from beautywho never showed hertrue face to the people who care.hiding behind amask ofdenialthat shows how scared she is. all sheneeds is a touch of kindness to help.a incline of the head,a glance her way can tear her away fromsanityforever.she wishes that she could belong to a groupthat would accept her for everythingshe is.i look back at the life i had. i laugh at my stupidity in mistakingmocking for kindness.