WhatIsANonSequitur

Whilst reading old letters like cold headstones, over come with nostalgia of days I had laded to rest, found in dark places where no light has shone, I shrink in fear of memories despite all of my best attempts to forget as to find relief from the things welling up from underneath, thoughts of long nights  we spent over the phone                           sharing our hearts, and favorite love poems. Oh what happened to those days when we each confessed our own worried not with saving face and all was truth to be known? Where are you now dearest friend. how distant we've grown How in want of you I feel, here, writing alone

We risk what we love and loose it for a time. But is it truly lost? And if it is, was it ever  love at all??? Its sad isn't it? that I'm jealous of him, that I miss you, that before I say good bye, I still forget not to kiss you , catching myself......

Flipping through electronic albums, of candid photos of friends long past, Old relationships to which, I held fast, Now at  best distant some ones. I have nothing but what once was, It is by these same memories,  I'm now cast Aboard a sinking ship clinging to the mast.

standing, knife in hand at my feet lies the remains of wat was a man. slowly it begins to rain. even now, i still  feel no moral pain "should i?" i ask my self. "aren't i supposed to be in some self loathing sort of hell?" "imposing emotions on your self just doesn't make you sane.. so come into our home or kill your self(and us) one way or another there's no need to worry about the rain. hahaha you are just like them aren't you? looking for some pain why are people constantly trying to feel human? silly people, silly you all those vile things you do are human or did you forget you're creators of consumption" "damn voice,

what a sweet taste lingering upon my lips ... delicious nectar from {(her)(red)}veins, it drips, delectable to the very last drop a fountain that will never cease or ever stop

in days gone by when men could become heros and a single person could change the course of history, the fires of chaos forged men of steel but in these cold calm days the best u get is a boy with a cool mystique and a frozen heart. u have to be born into greatness or do every thing to get it for ur children. the only person that can change the world is a jester placed on the throne where he royally fucks the country and its ppl so let us fight to rise against this system that puts us through this mundain, rejemented, safe trudge we call life, and make our own horridly fun, painful story that will later be read about in t

water pounds the pavement. not unlike the uproar of the thousand thoughts within my mind. i've never hated the rain, but maybe just this once. ah this symphony of diseray. the snap of my string breaking. the mocking hum of this piece of shit computer, the sobbing elements and of course my own thousand voices.

I walk through the rain down, roads drenched in memories. on my face, rain drops sit like tears. i stand looking at the bridge in that park, the last place i made u happy. I'm come over with nostalgia. only now I'm alone standing on the bridge where you laughed at my feeble attempts to impress you. alone, cold, over come with heart ache and the over whelming knowledge that i made a mistake every time i opened my mouth to speak I curse my self! SCREAMING at the top of my lungs! "YOU FOOL! YOU INSUFFERABLE MAGGOT! SHE LOVED YOU, she loved you! AND YOU EXPELLED EVERY THOUGHT of the possibility that maybe she wasn't LYING. YOU MADE HE

are lives are ending as time flies by. gravity, the glass's sand can't deify. we all move forward toward some thing all too many times without expecting that the end is near   Pelona knocks but friend there's no need to fear what life concocts for fear wont delay that surtain date when we finally run in on our fate

A poison in my ears a sound so sweet a death brought on so poetically, too bad these words yes, your words will soon be the death of me or else i would go on dying to your bittersweet poetry