Lifes Work

Letters To A Young Poet

Oh fuck he said as he cracks a beer

December 7, 2005 — Filed under: mypoems

Oh fuck he said as he cracks a beer Oh fuck it; this life is more than that It’s a song coming through the headphones It is music, which make the mouth and heart sing, out tune Fuck it I don’t care for reservations anyways I want to dance and sing and twirl around until I fall I want to forget and remember and relive every thing I seem to forget everything After a while I can’t remember what is real And where did all of these fantasies take place Am I lying here lonely Do I want to be along and will it make anything better I don’t feel lonely not lonely at all I am my best friend I’ve been there the whole time And I’ve wondered why hasn’t anyone joined me in my space But how could they Disturbing the pool Causing ripple where there were non before I’m not scared At least not right now It’s that clear reflection that let me feel how great it is Why did you go Why did you stay Why didn’t I stop caring and why didn’t you start Like never before have I been here in this time right now I think I remember being someplace close Singing down the stairs Cooking and filling the house up with myself I can feel this is true now I know I believe in me I can’t stop right now Why did you and who were you I don’t care that much to really ask