A Muse Ing

Obey the muse, or die.

That seems to sum up me, lately.

I am going through a whirlwind of emotions, most of them bad. I still have so much in my life, in my thoughts, and in my heart, to deal with.

So, not having anybody to talk with, and not having any idea what i would say even if I could talk (Lord, i long for the day when i can just sit by someone, put my head on their shoulder, and cry while they hug me until i feel better!), i continually pour my soul onto paper.

5 more poems I have written lately...


http://leplaunpoetree.blogspot.com/2009/08/care-and-poison-in-my-heart-heat-that.html


http://leplaunpoetree.blogspot.com/2009/08/haphazard-way-of-life-of-self-hater.html


http://leplaunpoetree.blogspot.com/2009/08/drawing-me-out.html


http://leplaunpoetree.blogspot.com/2009/08/fracturing-psyche-of-nothing.html


http://leplaunpoetree.blogspot.com/2009/08/ck-cat.html