Deep Poetry for Sunday, June 5, 2011

Why is fiction so much better the real. A story book wedding. A perfect house. A perfect family. All lies. Yet we want it more then life itself. We drown our self in it. From the movies to the stereo. Absolute bullsh*t. Deny it all you want. But the truth is we need learn to forgive those we hate. Apologize when we make a mistake and if we can make right. Keep at it do the best we can. Learn to have a plan. Don't, hesitate. Never procrastinate. If we catch a break, see it as just that and make... Sign in to see full entry.

The tangling web of my life keeps on weaving. The incessant contradictions are unbelieving. The past a memory, the future a reverie Ah, but the present that's with me is in itself a mystery. I'm damned if I do. I'm damned if I don't. I'm damned if I will.'I'm damned if I won't. These contradictions take their toll on me and so at the end of every day I lie in my bed silently, glad that another day has become the past or what I do call my history. Sign in to see full entry.