Poseidon's creation from a world of devastation

i am sunk with thought.
all of "nothing inparticulars"
wanting to be deep, but not knowing even how to stay afloat.
desparate attempts are executed between the notes.
i can take this lying down, chin up, eyes forward.
salty ships form at the corners of my lids,
where love and hate meet.
altercating currents send that ship sailing down uncharted territory,
all still seeming familar. the ship is sunk as it descends,
plunging into my ear. crashing likes kisses stemming
from adolescent hormonal mistakes.
tears come streaming down my face in all directions
much like a search party for shipwrecked survivors.
yet i still cant be found....let alone be saved.
the tides will change however, and all will be washed ashore.
dont wait for the water to run dry.
momentary relapse, but i can still see the lighthouse in the fog.
anchors away my friends.
and sail by the stars...

the sentiment of a libertine

"i do not mean to upset people, but i have to speak my mind...because what is in my mind is always more interesting than what is happening in the world outside my mind"
"it makes you impossible to live with though. do you see?"
"in my mind i am somewhere else"


in the most honest words for how the world is
for our wicked everyday mistakes...
in our lives we are given choices
but its the bad ones we choose to make...
cause to be great all of the time would be an awful bore
so to make this trival world seem more interesting,
the noble choices we choose to ignore...

for those thoughts you try to explain but can't....
for those that wish trauma upon themselves to have something
worth talking about, to have a life worth listening to.
for everyone who has these thoughts...and everyone does...
but cant say it out loud, for fear of sounding pathetic,
or irrational, or selfish and for not knowing why its so important to.

i'd rather feel pain, than be numb and not feel anything.
cause only then am i certain that i am alive