Promises

There was a day
Made special and important
Reflecting now back at us
In which we made solemn
Our intentions
Defined us, the nature
Of our togetherness
We molded our souls
By our combined will
Passion to exist
As one entity
United against the world

All was said in vain
All was laid to strain
And after all
What did we attain
Between the moments
Each breath exhaled
Making empty the words
Fraught with frost
Grappling now with
Empty ghosts
Pushed into the storm
Vague memories
Holding back the world
Alone

Momentum

Rolling into the next
Momentary frame of existance
The fate of inertia breaks
The fate that inertia makes
Casting shadows and dust
In the mixing confusion
Hueing the strain
Of the randomized forces
Who's shadow now is felt
Only in the momentum
That is left

Adrift

Blunt social instruments
Verbal, incorporeal, unreal
Superceding the id
The subtle creations of
Interrelatedness
Relevance spawned internally
Discourse provokes a balance
Yearning and belonging
Longing and becoming more
To gather together and stay off
The tides of unimportance, regret
Social needs pressed against
Internal conflicts
Perceptions which never quite
Seem complete
Social creatures, who in reality
Never truely
Connect

When

When will I feel
Like I'm OK
Like I can have
The experiences
Of life,
But without love
Like a novel
With the best parts
Edited out,
Leaving only
Void blank pages
A drivel of endless
Meaninglessness
When will I feel
Again