midnight magnetic poetry inspiration IV

There's a song in my heart,
poetry in my dreams;
I could find love in everyone
if they would not turn me away.

Suffer to tell the serious,
and ask to dry the weeping sky;
let the woods grow pictures
in the spring.

Happiness is a highway
to an individual joy
with a voice that sings the old dream.

Trust is a promise
to always learn patience.
Fill an empty life with love,
for who rose from gentle passion
to a lifeless death?

"Almost" was a whisper;
and though I the song they left behind,
still I know that this is mine.

contradicting truths.

I’m not really sure what I’m doing. I’m never really sure. I’m sitting in a half-finished room of a half-finished life. I guess I don’t really want the life to be finished, because that could only mean one thing. The room I would kind of like to complete. Except it’s never complete; I continually bring in new things. Make new things. Write new things. Hang new pictures on the walls.

I feel alone and yet not alone at all. Isolated but included. I think everyone feels this, at least at some point.

And no one cares, except when they themselves are going through it. Even then, all they want to do is talk about themselves to someone else. Someone sympathetic who isn’t actually sympathetic at all because all they want to do is talk about their own problems.

My, how selfish we all are.

I’m such a mess.

midnight magnetic poetry inspiration III

Do you want to love forever
life together
imagine, remember?

Would you keep me
embrace all of me?
Make sweet morning moments
come home to me?
Capture the heart and soul of me?

It's not easy
but we can try.

Every piece of us
is some of you and me.