Here Now

Life, Personal Insight, PoetryAttempt, quarter-life-crisis

Came here for some peace

Can’t stop can’t sleep
Silence is louder than me
Can’t stop can’t sleep
Can’t. stop. Wondering…
where you are.
Pushing kept me out
But the pulls… the pulls
The confusion, frustration,
Irritation, excuse;
Hating the self hate
You’re my gate-

Way drug.
Once here, once there
Well, Mostly there…
Eh always there.
Fall down get up
Legitimate force
We stay in this course
But it never let’s up
No more falling…
Especially for you
Where are you—–anyways?
Different was the goal
But we’ve gone way past that
No looking back..
Fall, 2011


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