I'm in a
\nFunk.
I miss the days when
\nI could find happiness
\nwith two Matchbox
\ncars
\nand a plush carpet.
Now I find it in
\nAlcohol and
\nCigarettes.
Even that is starting to get old.
\nIt doesn't give me the same
\nJoy to
\nDrink or
\nSmoke anymore.
I guess that is just the way things go.
\nAlways trying to find new
\nWays to make us
\nHappy,
\nYet, always putting
\nour selves in situations
\nto make ourselves Unhappy.
Our Jobs,
\nOur Relationships,
\nOur Life,
\nAlways looking for a balance.
Rarely finding one.
\nWhat happens when you find that nothing makes you Happy?
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\nher eyes on me,
\nand as we touch,
\nour souls I see.
In a blaze of light,
\nin a flash I see,
\nall that's left,
\nis right for me.
For beautiful she doth seem
\nWhen she can be heard
\nBut not be seen.
The alcohol in me helps me a lot
\nIt lets me see her beauty
\nThough she has not.
being
\nALONE
\nsucks.
i smoke too many cigarettes
\nwhen i am
\nALONE;
\nand i am
\nALONE
\na lot.
i draw pictures
\nALONE;
\nof people who are
\nALONE.
i listen to love songs on the radio
\nALONE;
\nwhich makes me hate being
\nALONE
\nthat much more.
the funny thing is,
\ni wouldn't have written this poem
\nabout being
\nALONE
\nif i wasn't
\nALONE
\nright now.
It's late at night
\nI'm lying in bed
\nPolluting my breath
I blow out my candle
\nExtinguish my cigarette
\nAnd write another day off to death.
I may have just
\nfucked
\nmy life up by turning left.
by turning left
\nI cut someone off.
\nI changed the person's mood behind me.
\nthey could have been happy thinking
\nabout something else, but now
\nI pissed them off.
this mood change could have changed the way
\nthey think and will change what they have to say
\nwhen they get where they are going.
change the words that they say to their friends.
\nThey may then, in turn, influence their friends
\nto behave in a manner
\nthat they wouldn't have if
\nI hadn't cut someone off.
this other person is now upset
\nbecause
\nI cut someone off.
this person, who is now upset,
\nmay now call in sick to work
\n(these things happen)
\nthe manager of this place
\ngets mad because the person
\ncalled in sick.
\nthe next time the person goes
\nto work they have a fight with
\nthe manager.
\nthe manager fires this person.
\nbecause I cut someone off.
Elsewhere there is a girl
\nwho is looking for a job
\nand she applies to this place
\nand the manager hires her
\nbecause he just fired someone
\nbecause I cut someone off.
A few weeks down the road
\nI meet this girl
\nand ask her on a date
\nbut she can't go out because
\nshe has to work late
\nin fact, she has to work all week
\nand I never go out with her
\n(I could have married her).
I may have just
\nfucked
\nmy life up because I turned left.
You are never as
\nAlone
\nAs you think
\nYou are.
The only thing
\nCool about
\nPeace
\nand
\nAnarchy
\nare their symbols.
Nice guys
\nfinish
\nlast.
Here I am
\n12:13 in the
\nmorning
\nsmoking a cigarette
\nfinishing last again.
Thinking of a
\ngirl
\nand listening to Vivaldi
\n(those sad love songs got too depressing)
Alone
\nagain,
\nsomething's never change,
\nI can't, so I'll finish
\nlast
\nAgain.
Girls all talk about
\nhow they
\nwould like
\na nice guy,
\nbut they don't,
\nthey want someone
\nthat will
\ntreat
\nthem like
\nshit
\nevery once in a while
\nto show them that
\nthey care
\nI don't and I finish last.
What the
\nfuck
\nsome thing's never change
\nit's 12:21 in the morning
\nand I'm
\nfinishing last again.
\nAlone.
When will someone
\nfinish
\nme off?
Two guys were walking
\ndown a
\nstreet one day
\n(both of them smoked socially for sometime now).
"Where did you go
\nthis morning?"
"I went out to buy
\nsmokes."
"At 9:00 in the
\nmorning?
\nYou know what that is a sign of
\ndon't you?"
"Yeah,"
\nhe said looking down.
\n"That my
\nlife
\nsucks."
I once read
\non the wall
\nof a MG repair shop
\n"Don't do it if it ruins the fantasy."
I
\ndid it
\nand I
\nruined the fantasy.
I wanted so badly
\nthe things that I sought
\nthat I found
\nthem;
\neven though they
\nweren't
\nreally
\nthere.
I discarded
\nadvice
\nthat rings true
\nNow
\nbecause I didn't
\nwant
\nto believe
\nit before.
But now,
\nit
\nall
\nmakes
\nsense
\nto me.
In some
\nstrange
\nsick
\nsense I
\nsee.
I hope
\nI won't
\nreplay
\nmy life
\nas I did
\nbefore.
please.
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\na
\nsilly
\nsad
\nson of a bitch
\nI am.
Thinking about
\na girl
\nthat hasn't called
\nin a week.
Wondering
\nwhat went
\nwrong.
No words
\nno reasons
\nno explanations
\njust a sinking feeling
\ninside
\nthat another one is
\ngone.
Not knowing what
\nqualities I have
\nor
\nhow to use them.
Another
\none gets
\naway.
Leaves me
\ndrinking a Little Kings
\nand smoking Generals Lights
\n(as if it being a Light is
\nbetter for me)
\nwondering
\nwhat
\nwent
\nwrong.
Just enough
\npride
\nnot to call her
\nbut not enough
\nto move on.
I sit here drinking
\nand smoking
\nand wondering
\nand waiting;
\nwaiting for
\nthe games to end.
\nbecause I don't
\nknow how to
\nplay them.