Muted Lunacy

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So help me out. Consolidate my hate. Give me a chance to focus. Give me a chance to live, breathe and exhale. Leech the toxins from the oil-spill beachscape of my jet-black heart.

**Not written by me. Found it on the ‘net.**
she sits in the corner,
bleeding and silent tears roll down her face.
she wants to cry out.
she opens her mouth,
nothing comes out.
this weary soldier must suffer in silence yet again.
no noise can escape her tender lips.
she is hiding from the enemy,
alone in the darkness.
then she realizes,
she has one [...]

Another poem, not wriiten by me, found somewhere in cyberspace
I’ve emptied out
All forms of expression
Picking up
Little bits of depression
Water deep enough to take a dive
I’m breathing but I’m not alive
I hit so low
Nothing gets me inspired
I’ve done nothing
And already so tired
Sleep has beaten the living-strive
I’m breathing but I’m not alive
Apocalypse outside
Will not penetrate my bed
It’s [...]

Yeah that’s right, it’s my birthday again. And once again I really don’t care. As I’ve said before, this day is nothing to celebrate.

I had an email from yet another old friend yesterday. Homesickness upon homesickness here in the land of sunshine and shit. I just keep telling myself that someday I get to go back home, that someday my life will once again be about me. That someday I’ll get my life back, that [...]

I heard from an old friend today (yeah I to am amazed that I still have friends!). It’s made me more homesick than ever before. I think that’s a BIG part of my current state of mind…I hate the town (and state) I’m living in to such an extent that I can’t even [...]

“Psychic Virus”
I like that…it defines a lot.