SirZome

I stood outside in the cold dark,  filthy- body, mind, soul And you saw me in the dark, under all my filth. You threw your doors open for me, calling me by name, joyous, as if you had always known me I Turned away, even though your house was warm and filled with light, because your house was clean and I was anything but. That was when you did something so very puzzling, you ran after me still calling my name For all your yelling it only meet deaf ears and my back But still you followed me, calling to me all the while and when the storms came you held me close desperately trying to keep me warm; and even than I would not look you, woul

There are times when I feel broken inside. Like there was something left out of me that other people have. For I while I feared that that broken thing inside of me is that I can’t love. But how can that be? I cry and laugh, I feel worried and happy. I care for other people, I want to see them happy. But then why is it that I haven’t found someone to call my other? I was told not to worry, that whoever it would be was out there waiting for me. But too many years have I sat alone, my bed, always cold and I fear that there is something broken inside of me. Is it that I am selfish, and I can’t give what I have away? Or is it th

This snow was pure white outside today… I though again of Morris I saw a jogger running by with a hat just like my RA’s… I thought again of Morris My father woke me up at 3:00am because he had the TV on… I thought again of Morris I did laundry and somehow I lost a sock… I thought again of Morris I had way too many pancakes and I got sick… I thought again of Morris I woke up and I thought I smelled cows I though again of Morris I’m all lone in my house…it feels empty… I though again of Morris I had Chinese food with my family… I thought again of Morris I watched an anime

You made up your mind, No more pills No more doctors with blind eyes No more false people saying they care No more pain. You said goodbye and went on your way A small part of you hoping someone would see Hoping someone would stop you, You felt someone’s eyes on you, But no one did, You got to the top and looked down You stood only for second, then you jumped And ah, How wonderful it was! You were flying, you were free! Even as you fell, it was… Ah you can’t even find words for it, No more pills! No more doctors with blind eyes! No more false people saying they care! No more pain! Well almost, There was

Should I learn to fight and run from you, or find a way to take your hand? Should I speak about you as six feet under or finely going home? Should I hate that you take so many too early, or be thankful you take so many late? Should I cry for an ending, or toast the story that came before? Should I try to pick up the pieces of my broken heart, or leave them lay? You should tell me what to do, leaving me here is too cold, too cruel I know not what I should do or think. You should have stayed with me, you never should have left. You should have told me more about the life you lived, not just the things that made you laugh. You sho

Mortals, beware. The Gods are something confusing and all consuming. A light burning bright in the darkness calling you to come closer and closer, looking at it will blind and burn you, but once you see the light you’ll never back away

I sit here, I sit here and I ponder. Time seems to slow, but I somehow feel like I’m dying; as if the slow time is just a false sensation to lure my mind into relaxing, so my mind will not take note that time is flying faster and faster. All around me time and live seems to stand still but I know that it is moving too fast for me feel or see. If I take a step I will lose my balance; at the same time I know every moment I hesitate for the fear of falling, I fall even more behind. Time you tricky devil, you only play by your own rules.  It doesn’t help that your number one rule is to screw us. We need you to walk a little slower, a