Friday, April 25, 2008
friday 25 april 2008 greenfield
I don't know how to describe things inside me. No words seem to match the emotions. And who would possibly identify with me, even if I had the right words? Who feels the complete bonding with animals that I feel? Anybody? Who feels as fearful and bored and uncomfortable in the presence of humans as I do? Anybody? Who's been screwed in every possible way by humans, as I have? Anybody? Tell me if you know.
No one hears them,
nor imagines they exist.
Volcanoes erupt in souls
and go, for the most part,
and black holes,
the kaleidoscope parade
of chips that make a soul
are left to the buffoons
who set up files,
poetry page of my website
Update 16 July 2009, Turners Fails: After the DMH and CSS sat back and let my life be destroyed, I still am very bitter about social service agencies, and don't trust them (what reason would I have to ever trust one again?). I'm working with a new one now, but am very wary. And the grief that was in spurts and was distracted by all the anxiety caused by the things Matthew Lacoy told me, is now in its full spate. Where it should have been last year. Living is emptier than it's ever been. --- Greetings to AtomicPunk.
read... Spite and malice... Fourth february...
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