https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/Poetry intended to relieve the dissonance in my head and my heart, but meant to be read by others, as poetry just for myself isn't cutting it for me anymore. I'm taking the plunge, and looking for feedback. And wondering if there's anybody out there.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/576338I haven't been on Blogit for a few months, and have not been writing, so I figure I might as well save the expense and close my account. Thank you to all for your comments, support, praise, constructive criticism, and feel free to e-mail me if you want to stay in touch. Goodbyehttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/558075For those who would like a visual representation of this feeling, the 9 of swords is close enough. My heart 19/7/08 My heart Is on its knees It curls into the fetal position And shivers Curls into itself As if stabbed Pain is all it knows Right now There is nothing else But love Which is painhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/544795I hate breaking bad news to someone who doesn't deserve sadness. Please believe me 17/5/08 I want you I do I want you with a desire That engulfs And smolders me To a cinder I want you buried in me I want it perhaps as much as You do Thrusting deep and uncontrollable Passion spilling and...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/531459Real 22/3/06 I know you are asleep I know you dream of me Can you make it real More importantly Can you make it good Can you make it right Can you make it last Foreverhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/517931I'm back in New Zealand, back in the land where everyone seems so happy. So of course, the contrarian in me would love to ask these people, "Don't you ever fucking get depressed?!?" I am now in yet another transitional phase in my life, "in between", a place that nobody likes to admit they're in...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/515778The Forbiddens 18/1/08 A pick axe a shovel a machete I cut down the forbidden fruit You no longer exist It falls to my feet Dead as a moa smudged and broken no more appeal it is sullied lashed with dirt My life is so much cleaner (in the simple, not the moral, sense) now that you Forbiddens are...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/515487I have only been writing prose, not for public consumption, so I have not been writing on Blogit for some time. But here is a tiny poem I wrote recently. Tragic heroes 9/1/08 I love tragic heroes they're the only ones I've got. No one is strong all the time. They're all weak.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/505402I wrote this a couple of years ago about the fascination (that's the best word for it) I had for a friend of mine whom I was once madly in love with. Thankfully we're still friends, he tolerated my obsession for as long as it lasted and somehow our friendship survived. I use the word fascination...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/505152Inspired by the title of this blog. Obsession 11/25/07 The irony is just so beautiful That the relationships I most Obsess over and Desire Above all others Are nothing compared to the healthy ones But which ones do I devote my energy to…? The ones that will never truly Existhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Discombobulated78/504945Wish 11/19/07 Do you know what I wished for that night? I don't waste wishes on small things I don't wish for sunshine tomorrow or chocolate cake for my birthday. I wished for our lives to collide. Try putting that in a gift box.