The moon and Jupiter

The moon and Jupiter

Jan 21, 2013

acknowledged and reciprocated

i met up with some good friends for a brew or two.

i have no idea how we ended up talking about relationships, but those title words struck a chord and ring on in my head. i often feel i'm alone in my way of thinking, and that night i felt some comfort (and some sadness) in that they were not coming out of my mouth.

as for me, i don't get it. it's never acknowledged or reciprocated. but it's all good. i'd like to think if it ever did come about, it'd be the bomb...and to steal a line from wu-tang: A bomb only has one time to explode.

i just hope i'm not a dud.

she says

thanks for being awesome, she says...
i'm not sure how to respond.
i've been so...
rejected
denied
ignored
down
uninspired
________
for so long.
years.
how could i be awesome?

she is too kind.
for no real reason.

what's the use?

...of this heart
...these legs
...this brain?

seems pointless, but i push on.

lines down

THIS ONE!
this is the one i really wanted to show you.
not that crappy cameraphone version

in person would be best...but i guess it's zero odds of that, eh?
bah.
this is the one i wanted to show you.

shell shock

it's very much so
i stumble around numb
the bombs keep going off around me
not sure how i'm still around
they won't help
they won't listen
i'm going deaf, dumb, and blind

if you must know

i stood staring into the street, zoned out.
it is not uncommon scene. they stand around chatting. oblivious for sure...
my buddy interrupts.

he wants to know what is wrong.
he can't pinpoint it, but something has been off about me lately.
did something happen? did somebody die?
he offers an ear, but in the end i tell him nothing except a sincere thanks.
so many deaf and blind folks out there; i am glad he's not one of them.

i do not have an answer for him anyway.
i would like to know too.