and i just think
good Lord, man
lay down, sleep
sweet or whatever
it is you do when
you don't see me
which is most
all the time

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Lately, I've been experiencing a bit of writer's block.  I don't believe I've written a decent poem since my last bout on here.  Sorry for the hiatus, and sorry for the low quality.

Skipping in a field
Of daisies
Picking off petals
And wondering who
Who might be
The love that the
Petals flutter for

Staring at blue skies
Counting the clouds
And wondering who
Who might be
The love that
The sun shines for

Wandering through
An ebbing tide
Sifting through sand
And wondering who
Who might be
The love that
The world turns for

Sleeping in sunshine
Dreaming of love
And knowing that
That love that is craved
Is that love that is lost

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Even though you
Made life so hard
Sometimes
It was never hard
to love you as much
As if I were floating
In the waters of Eden
And you were the one
Who put me there

Even though you
Made life so hard
Sometimes
It was never hard
To move on from
My hurt and
Embrace you again
As though you
Didn't make life so hard

She smiles at him
While drops hit
their eyelids gently
"It'll be over soon
Enough and we'll recover."
And when the
Thunder made their
Hearts rattle she
Took his hand and
Drifted serenly while
The sky collapsed on them
There alone together
That moment when
Lightning startled the
Sky was perhaps
When his eyes
Flickered and he
Saw everything
And the beauty
Of the sun warming
The rain as it fell
On them there
Alone together
In just a little rain

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sitting searching
on the corner
the crossroads
where dreams
and reality collide
shattered, ended
dreams go not on
and we dreamers sit
there begging holding out
starved hands to those
who try
to continue on
dreamers who
will soon be
on the corner
begging too

a thousand things i'd like to say
but i cannot utter a word
so many things i want to scream
but i know i won't be heard
standing right in the masses
just needing to speak
maybe i'm too strong
i could be just too weak
i'd love to open my mouth and say
all that's tripping on my tongue
but those necessary words
stick there, stagnant and hung
up on my conscience
that thing that makes me quiet
my tongue, my lips, my heart
just sit here in silence

true lonliness
is that space
between your
last heartbeat
and the one
that's just
about to come
and its
that moment
between the
tick and
the tock
of a clock
and its
that desolate
stare into
the sky and
that impatient
tap of the foot
on the ground
and its
that bitterness
after the
chocolate's
all gone
and there is
not anything
left
and barely
anything to
look forward
for

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ravaged
and ripped
and nothing's
left

cut
and carved
and nothing's
left

estranged
and alone
and nothing's
left