What next
I close my eyes to redirect my soul
Things are going so well
I am leary of the past
So like a child I hold fast
My life has changed in so many ways
It's hard to control what the world wants next
Daily grind has come to a halt
I miss the things most people don't
So much time is on my hands
Way to much for me to understand
What happened to my world
Some things I just can't comprehend
Taking things for granted
I now miss the mundane and bland
Walking in circles
With my mind in my hands
03-21-2011
03/22/2011
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Gunslinger ; Part One | 0 | 01/29/2012 |
| Waiting For News... | 3 | 11/18/2011 |
| Not Much Hope.... | 1 | 11/04/2011 |
| I know and believe.... | 2 | 10/18/2011 |
| WHAT......... .. |
1 | 10/18/2011 |
| things are not good...... | 1 | 10/18/2011 |
| Days, Nights, Life... | 1 | 03/24/2011 |
| To Be Continued... | 2 | 03/22/2011 |
| What next | 1 | 03/21/2011 |
| Where once things sucked | 1 | 01/24/2011 |
| Not Good Today..... | 5 | 11/14/2009 |
| Thank You | 3 | 10/22/2009 |
| An American Hero | 2 | 10/03/2009 |
| My Guardian Angel | 3 | 10/01/2009 |
| The Break-up | 5 | 09/20/2009 |
| Starting the Day | 1 | 09/18/2009 |
| Discovery | 0 | 09/17/2009 |
| Inside | 2 | 09/14/2009 |
| My son | 4 | 09/11/2009 |
| Lately | 2 | 09/07/2009 |
| Pain Therapy | 1 | 09/06/2009 |
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