Psychological Romance

What is it between us?
I look at you, but don't see you.
I want to hug and cuddle,
but don't touch me.
We write, we read, we converse,
we understand.
We engage in a psychological romance
of the highest sort.

Time to Go Home

Dreaming...
Dreaming brings it all home
Only I wake up and don't remember
Not enough sleep to function anyway

It's late now
And I need to go

You don't acknowledge
And I fall Asleep
While your still speaking

I don't understand you, nor do I
Understand me
None of us understand the others
...but sleep brings it all home
...time to go home...

It's All Gone Away

Where have the writings gone?
They've all run away.
Where has all the sense gone?
It's all run away.
Where has all the knowledge gone?
It's all floated away...

It's all, and all is everything,
It's all gone away.
Gone far away to where I can't see.
When I'm awake, nor asleep.

Angry Inside

the anger,
the pain,
I feel it.
don't understand it.
want to express it.
don't know how.

so I write in red,
to show my furry.
and yet, I don't know
from wince it cometh.

I don't know myself
any longer.
the pills, the drugs,
they changed me
...in a way I don't understand,
or maybe they just covered
it all so I couldn't see.

I am angry inside and I don't understand why.

Writer's Block

I've hit a pot hole in my road.
There's just this unseen gap,
This hole,
Between my thoughts and my pen.
My mind no longer turns,
It no longer wonders
In the ways of the world.

Blame it on the Rain

I woke up late this morning.

I blame it on the rain.

Alarm clock buzzing, my head ringing. Drag myself out of bed, pull on some clothes.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept.

Inhale my breakfast whole, no time to chew. Jump in my car and pray it starts.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me.

I drive way to fast...until I notice the time. I'll be late anyway, so I'll take my own time.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me. Because it rained last night I had to stay up, stay up and write.

Come around the final curve, my day's destiny is just ahead. I shiver with the thought of explanations and excuses that are sure to come.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me. Because it rained last night I had to stay up, stay up and write. Write about my woes and foes, about my grievances and thanks.

I make it in and struggle through classes. Finally, a bit of a break, a chance for me to pause and reflect.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me. Because it rained last night I had to stay up, stay up and write. Write about my woes and foes, about my grievances and thanks and about you.

Everything seems to be about you these days. You're always there, you always care, and you understand the rain as well.

I blame it on the rain, because, you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept.