When I think about anything or rather, when I think of everything I think first of my friends, my family the people who have helped me get this far. I think about love and joy how quickly they come and how fleetingly they stay but how much they are worth and how they come when needed most How the heart is ultimately in charge and how the brain tries to wrest control away from it it can never really succeed. I write poetry enough about hard times and germane pictures eno...

I've said my goodbyes, I hope that you understand moving to tomorrow I’ll surely need a hand to push me out the window, out the nest It's painful, painful dialogue and I hope you feel the same when I tell you that I love you, that I'll miss you. These times have been painful, and screwing up was my forte for a little piece of time, hurt so many people necessary isn't always easy, or even necessary but I hope it makes me better (I'm not sure it will) and I try to press onwar...

Sometimes I realize that despite all the things that go on we move on, to a new day. It's not something we want to do, but we do it anyway because we can. We step out into a brand new kind of fire without any kind of regard for self and kind of like a raging storm we thrash our way across the stage. Each one of Us meddling in the tainted waters of time, hoping the pebble we throw will change the river's course. Do we have that sort of elemental power to change our des...

I'm back from vacation! Did I miss anything? Went to Sunset Beach NC. Nice little private island dealie. No poetry right now, I'm still recouping Peace! Beebes

I know you think you're right in all this, but look at the facts for a minute. You tell me how my poems lack emotions, yet you aren't even a poet. Oh, you pretend to be one, you slop your words down on paper, pronounce it amazing the dribble that it is And tell me that I couldn't write to save my soul. I wish you'd shut up for a moment and just reread the sentence, where your whorish ambitions are stowed, I know the truth here, It's plain to see You're looking for somethin...

It seems, to me, that things have been going rather badly here at JU. This has not been a unique trend, as the community over at DeviantArt took a big hit with the forced removal of one of the site's cofounders, Scott Jarkoff. But, that story is neither here, nor now, and I'll get to it in another article. JoeUser, when I first arrived, was ideal. A small but continually expanding base of people wrote, replied, and created blogs that were of interest to the general populace, and were well ...

I'm going to tell you how I feel, and I know it's not my place but look how far you've dropped: What a shameful fall from grace. You think you know me completely, and I thought I knew your face, I guess we've fallen off the radar, what a shameful fall from grace. The cuts on your arms and legs, mean nothing but the hate, and I wish that you hadn't made that shameful fall from grace. I reached out and tried to catch you I guess that it was fate, and all you did was kick me ...

People make mistakes, I know this to be true It's easy enough to slip into something cold and comfortable then to go out into the heat of day. I've made my mistakes, hell I'm sure I've made your mistakes too but I know I've learned from them and I won't do what I did again. Can you say that? Can you say that you let go when you were supposed to learned that you helped destroy something so you won't ever do it again? Did you learn that lying and cheating and stealing just to...

Great plans come with great consequences and even greater failures the higher you look towards the heavens, the more likely you're to trip on the clouds. But these plans are made in spite of loss, because of the want to have something to live for, something to look forward to, something to die for. Something worth having. And so we guess, and we doom ourselves to failure in the inevitable once in a while, but we understand the significance, of having to pick ourselves back up. ...

Hawks have no clue how to live. They're constantly swooping down and catching, then killing the first thing small enough to sink their talons into, and after they've picked it apart, they're off to do it again. Mice have no clue how to live. Always afraid, always cowering in some corner or a hole wasting their lives just waiting for a chance to do something that never comes. Cows have no clue how to live. They sleep all day, waiting, grazing, waiting for that next meal wa...

Looks like the points are acting hinky again. Plus, my reply count is off. Anyone else having these problems? (earlier today I couldn't access my blog, so maybe it's just me)

I wish you would say the things you feel like saying but puppets don't move on their own, puppets can only do what they've been shown, alas, you won't get the words out till the ending. If you cut the strings that hold you up, then you will fall from your seventh cloud, and land on earth, you can't be proud, of loosing oh so much. And pride will keep the puppeteer, moving all your strings of life, causing pain and joy and strife, not caring about your love, and all your tears....

Shout, scream and rage it's easier for you than turning a page It's been this way for an age for a long, long age. And once you're done, I'll be here to turn lights off one by one Ready to shut off the sun for it to wake up again tomorrow, oh blessed tomorrow. I don't see why you want all this pain It's almost like you have something to gain from the anger and frustrated emotions saying "I wish you'd hurt, I wish you'd hurt." The city shines its bright and amazing lights do...

I’ve lost something in this silence, it feels like nothing is the same, I don’t know what will be coming, I don’t know a thing. I don’t know a thing. Give me, just enough to pass on, I don’t know why I need it, Oh God I wish I knew. I wish. I could see the light in the tunnel's end. I’ve never seen a shooting star, I’ve heard that they bring hope, if I could see it in one moment, perhaps I’d have what I’ve looked for. Nothing seems right, oh no, nothing I can’t figure it ou...

Dragging myself through mounds of proverbial sand, I'm dying of thirst out here Just give me rest. Sun beats down in a relentless fashion, I can't help but feel lost and depressed by this. I'm loosing myself out here, Just give me rest. I've passed through this oasis, one too many times. It's a progress deemed usless by thirst and fear, fear that I won't ever find my way, please Just give me rest. Yesterday was so different, why did It turn out like this now? I was on t...