I decided it's too much of a pain in my ass to go through ALL those annoying hoops this site forces us to endure so I decided I'd start posting my new poems in my journal entries, whether anyone reads them or not I don't care, that is why it's called a "journal" is it not? lol....now here is my newest I just literally just got done typing up.

Flowing Through Over

I've attempted to bind my pain
here and there, fighting my way
to a distant but somewhat
close tear from my eye, the pain
still grows, why now, for it will
destroy what little hope I have
to finally move on towards a possible
future I cannot see, distant shadows
follow me, why do they suddenly grow
fond of what lay dormant inside me,
that sleeping pain that still calls,
that loniness I know so much about
will always be there, why can't I
find peace where I am now, have
I not changed the type of pain?
The rain still falls similar
like the rest of times past, please
let me go to that hopeful place
where I can dwell alone, but alone
not only saddend by just a point
of interest that may suddenly
collapse onto me like a frozen
flower in a mid summer day, my
memories of what happend will
never be undone, cannot be
for I am still burdened by my
troubled effect I had towards it,
let me be please.