I weep. #life gives too much to think about and not enough to do. Too much to drink and all the time to feel blue.

Light Light You gone away There's no sweetness in the way Your touch lights But you still remain Invisible to my eyes.

Oh To Not Getting Up On A Rainy Day The rain won't stop until Christmas, The wind has changed direction, Now the downpour knocks on my window, 'Wont you come out and play?' Nothing else awaits you today. Blurred days until the New Year Soundtracked by the rain I hear, A new page, different pen, A new song, different end, But never do my thoughts clear. The birds rejoice at the free shower Fly and sing at every hour. Continuous motion does the clouds bring, Umbrellas are to take the blow, Water streams down the road. Never mind the apocalypse, It might have arrived today 'And they say there is more on the way!' Doesn't matter if the world ends, As long as I'm comfy in bed.

A Blue Notebook So much controversy to come out, But that's not part of me. I could write about my big doubt, Or how I feel from one to another, I could spill my biggest secrets, And get filthy with my words, I could write a so called diary, But I'll leave that to the rest of the world.

November Darkness likes November November likes its darkness. Time for surrender And sleep for months restless. November loves red Orange, brown and grey, Trees let their leaves shed And twigs are left to stay. A restless soul doesn't grow When November comes around It just sits in the corner Looking at the sky from the ground. Clouds display their magic November weeps for April showers There is no time for heavy gray When darkness come their way. Not last but just as bad November is the end of days Lost what they thought they had Snow on the horizon, they say. Tearful cries are then reserved Time slows towards December Not much of a month, I heard, This so called November.