Confused Stories

Dear Romeo,Hey, let me get this straight. I know you would be skeptical if you will read this or not, it’s your choice. I am not going to force you. I know, It took long for me to send this but I was weighing things out. If I’m going to share this or not. I wanted to clear things out basically from the things I’ve heard but it really doesn’t matter, and I don’t care much about it because even if I do, there's nothing much...

“Riley! You didn’t actually, did you?” she asks incredulously. There’s shock in her face, but a sort of pride too. She’s fighting back a smile and her dark blonde hair waves behind her as she attempts to stop her shoulders shaking with laughter. “Yes, yes I did. I warned his punk-ass, didn’t I?” I say, grinning. I had warned him after all. You don’t mess with fire unless you want to get burned. I wasn’t like the other bea...

The cursor on the blank spread of a Word document seems to taunt me as it clicks backwards, forwards, off and on. I heard that back in the day, the same kind of mocking dance would have been played with a typewriter whose ink drips, waiting for words. The lack of scratching would have tormented those writers the same way the harsh clicks torment me. It’s 2 A.M. right now, and these are the ramblings of a madman who doesn'...

Why didn't you tell me? Not show me the truth  Why couldn't you say,  That I was one of two I thought I was the only one The one you so adored But now from what I see  I am one of two It tore my heart to pieces To see an unknown truth  That I was one of two I don't mind being one of two I can learn to share Only you have neglected to share  That I am one of two My love for you still burns  Far past the aching truth I hope...

Outside the wind howlsChurning the earth I feel like I'm twisting aroundCan't find a perchMy mind is confusedMy heart out of beatI can't find the groundThe wind under seatThe tress slam the houseLike the words slam on meDust swirls aroundLike your words swirl in meDo I trust the lightOr the darkness inside?When the wind dies downWhat will be left behind.

Contradictions, many found within Oppressed, by my own thoughts Never, happy with who I am Forever, searching for answers User, of others I feel sometimes Sullen, state of mind most of the time Incomplete, always needing more Overbearing, with friends and family Nagging, fantasies never leave me alone