Just a reminder that a guest post I wrote for Tom Baker’s amazing blog Morning Erection will be going up on his site on Saturday, September 4th. It’d be great for you to go check it out and leave some feedback. I’d also recommend checking out Tom’s blog, there’s lots there for everyone to enjoy!
Oh, and before I get going with my poems, I wanted to point out that in my last post I made a silly joke and posted a link; however, Ryan was telling me he didn’t notice there was a link, so incase a few others didn’t notice the link or get my silly joke, check out the short cartoon Llamas with Hats by SecretAgentBob on youtube.com. Check it out if you’re interested. It’s silliness, and I guess I thought I was being clever, but apparently that failed miserably. Oh well, it doesn’t surprise me. BY THE WAY…the underline – yeah that’s the link, plus there’s a link on the image. Hopefully that helps Ry 😉 Teehee, just teasing my good friend!
Only two poems this week, I’ve been working on a few other things (specifically future posts), and I just haven’t had as much time to write more poems. Plus I’ve been sitting near my phone hoping to hear from the place I had my interview on Friday *crosses fingers*, I really hope I get it!
Any who, I’ve rambled long enough, so now with the poems! Let me know what you think!
If I listen, I can almost hear
that distinctive whisper in my ear.
Who they are, that is unclear,
And I do not know if they are sincere.
The apparitions come and leave
just enough to make me believe.
Perhaps they want someone to grieve,
or maybe they are here to deceive.
They come to visit before I sleep,
when my dreams are almost deep –
but awake enough I can sense them creep;
If I listen I can hear them weep.
Lost in Mind’s Phantasm
There was a time – a very long, long time ago
when I would spend my day within a dream,
losing myself – forgetting all of my woes.
But time ticks on, and with it a changing theme.
No longer is my mind content from day to night;
What my mind creates now ends with screams.
The visions from within: only despair and fright.
Begging, pleading – to see the light of day,
I feel helpless from my internal plight.
I cannot fix my mind’s anguished disarray –
and I keep on falling into the darkness below;
sinking deeper until all that’s me has gone away.
How long have I been lost, I do not know;
I had fallen a very long, long time ago.