9.8

Don't reach out
Too far
That you begin
To fall
Then
It will hit you
The ground
Your mistake
At once

car rides

Car rides
Through distant darkness
Always clear
My mind
Of the
Unnecessary
Bringing foward
Things i must
confront
In thought and deed
So
To you
My reader
I give you this
When i think
I see faces
Of those close
To me
And one always
Stands out
Thawing my
Cold
Robotic
Mainframe

cynicism and apathy

None of this ever
Has any content to it
Just random verbage
From a disorganized mind
No delusions of grandeur
No nightmarish demons
No girl of my dreams
No content at all
Just an empty void
Pouring out
Non existent ideas
Onto paper thru
Ink and a movement
Of the wrist
How is it that
I hide things
From myself
Explain away
Feelings and actions
To myself
Am i
In denial for
Fear of feeling
Vulnerable
Or is it because
Cynicism and apathy
Never felt like this