Oh my friends, how I wish you never to read this…
Oh my family, I hope this book you search and miss…
Oh to my lover and my savior, read not what’s contained
Oh enemy or server of warrants, I hope this is never obtained..

For these are my personal thoughts and feelings
And I speak openly about all my misgivings and dealings..
I show evidence to this poets heart and writers mind..
and if you were looking for evidence, you’d go blind reading between my lines..

Speak not of this, I do… I don’t mutter a word..
Since some of these things I say, should never, ever be heard..
I show the world, how you really are inside
Every day’s the same, just more for you to hide..

I blink twice in recognition over my thought process
And what’s going to happen next, I can only guess..
I might ramble on in my usual way,
And try to make a point in what I say…

I might lose track of the train in my brain
And ramble like I’m slowly going insane..
But that’s just me.. for I am openly insane.. I think we all are…
Since we all come from heaven, and we’ve fallen far…

Stuck in this world of 14 year old prostitutes and crack whore moms
Where the answers to the questions, are answered by falling bombs..
The downward spiral of life expectancy of middleclass America,
Everyday is just inflated more and more with media hysteria.

So read not these words I speak, for I speak my own little truth
The one where I scribble on a pad, in some Denny’s booth…
The specks of soul I find in everyday life, I try to dissect it with my pen, like a knife..
Cut it down to the bone, and strip away to the true essence of life..

Write it down for the whole world to read..
And show everyone you’re face when you bleed..
Show them the side that no one ever sees
So don’t read this… I’m asking you… Please…

10/13/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this about a conversation I had with someone on here about how we both dont really share our work with anyone we're close to.. It's read by strangers for the most part... and in that, it gives you a great freedom to write about people and know that odds really are, they will never read it... and for some of my work, I think that's a good thing.

Posted on 10/13/2003
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