guess not... well, i'm a writer and musician. While I am currently working on my novel, i'm generally just a poetic person. I'll write a poem here for the heck of it, and i'll probably continue to post more and more in this thread. Even in the novel i'm finishing up, everything is written with a bit of a poetic side. And this all originated in about 8th grade when i started writing music... my poems become lyrics, much in the way that Jim Morrison wrote almost only poems that he could transpose into the songs written by The Doors. Anyways, i'll freestyle one for you guys now, and post some more well done (some already finished) ones here and there... i have plenty of material, i've finished up about 15 moleskine notebooks of poems and lyrics. Life's a Day These days are all the same, a game of never-ending nothing Nodding off in solitude, nurturing a life so destitute in and of itself. Culturing this nothing into something just as meaningless; I walk dark, dangerous alleys, as consequence is of no matter. I cannot see a future, and most memories have passed. stuck in the grind of the ever-present, is tomorrow here at last? What difference would it make? What changes could i make? Wish i could live for myself, but i strive for everyone else's sake. I fake, I fake a lot. My reality it's like a play, in which all the heroes static, and the climax has been slain. Insane. I bet you can't imagine it. I bet you think you could. Try as I live it day to day. I feel inertia, such potential, and i see tasteful grandiosity- hindered by this recipe, unmotivated with a hint of apathy. Someone save me, i could be great. Or someone take me, please, for heaven's sake. I literally just wrote this off the top of my head for this thread. just wanted to get some feelings written out: the only way i know how. I'll start posting the good ones in the near future once i get them either copyrighted or published. The ones i do post are in my older moleskines which have been copyrighted so i'll get some of them up. heres a sample one now (this is a rare one of mine... possibly the only one that isn't super dark, cynical, apathetic, depressed, etc): Untitled and Unfinished Tonight I'll scout for shooting stars, 'cause i can't find a penny, or an eleven-eleven clock tonight i sure could use some luck but i'm running out and the hour hand's struck So I'm running and running to get home before midnight now the carriage, a pumpkin, and the horses all mice and i'm holding this shoe that belongs to you but you're faceless to me, sure as i am too, you don't know who i am but i could sure use a hand, molding the damn for our castle of sand we could live there forever, the ocean, our yard. the stars for our ceiling and God, the lifeguard. fantastical visions, i see them with you. please, try on this peculiar shoe. and we'll throw it in the ocean, let it float far away until it appears before someone else lonely, bringing him luck once upon a day. Here, you won't need any glass slipper shoe you'll walk bare with mother nature and things will be greater, than any wish upon a star could ever ensue.