Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Sippin Poet: Hmmm...

There’s nothing.
There is nothing to be said or thought of
Nothing but the burden of stillness.
Emotions being emotionless
And thoughts sitting by like the unblown sands.
There’s no real need to try to understand
Or any type of drive to walking on forward
Or a light or even darkness to run towards.
So what now?
A sense to finally be mentally at peace?
Headache finally at ceased?
A bit of slight R&R for the next few hours
Until hours are up and it’s back to being sour.
So for this moment I’ll be still.
Still with no real need or want to be filled.
Cause being alone in silence can be a reward
But at the same time… a double edged sword…


~ tOkKa said...

-->> ..you can't sip the blood of a poet.. you aren't a vampire yet !!


Greg said...

Well, it's more like life and the world are vampires and are sipping me which leads to me feeling these ways and writing 'bout it. You people are vampires too!

~ tOkKa said...

-->> ..yech ..

me no vampire..

people taste like boogers ..

blehh ~~**