soooo tired

tired of waiting
tired of waiting for yooouuuuu


Shit!  That's not mine

so tired i refuse to capitalise
no extra digit on that shift key
no siree

today i punish my body
consciously
does it make it worse or better
when one is self aware
but still involuntary
question mark
punctuation
i think if you were to bore a hole in my skull
black tar would come out
still of this earth
but toxic
incongruent
like my shoulders
my neck
visual art needed
to depict
this wonkiness






















(c) John Lee Bird

Still on a creative tip

Oh Ryan
Tonight I'm not in the mood
Even for you
Just hungry
Not cold
Tired and alone
And joyful in that
Too afraid
Of anyone
Any men
Sacrificing cash
For love
Nobody wants to give anything any more
We're all too greedy
So scared of losing
Of regret

Should I do a separate blog for creative writing? WHATtheHEY

When will this poison dissipate?
I am complaining
Regret eats away at intent
Doubt makes me doubt myself
Okay that's obvious
I was obviously blind
But don't look back
We naturally try to work out what we did wrong
Every time
Outwardly blaming others
Inwardly despising ourselves
Maybe before I never got to the point
Where I was complete
I yearned five years
I still yearn
I am still incomplete
But spring comes
In the spring
Not earlier
Obviously
So
I'll steer away from the topic of global warming for now and just wait





if you don't want creative writing and only want news, let me know by posting a comment saying: NEWS ONLY! or somesuch.

back to the old Blooog - Poem

In the good old days when all I had was a Myspace Page, I used to blog poems I wrote on it. I'd like to do it again so here's something:

just let me do
something creative tonight
this lust so strong
it could fuel any endeavour
and burn buildings down to the ground