Total Emptiness.
Walking around in this world
Full of life.
I never knew how to feel.
I never knew how to care.
Never knew I was
Waiting there.
.
Waves Awaiting.
One of us running her hands
Through her hair.
The silence seemed to be fate.
The silence seemed to be set.
Sounds that hadn't been
Spoken yet.
.
people all around me talking crap bout u
u can practically here them smaking ur mom to
u suck balls and u smell like poo
as i jerk ur mom

The lines 'Never knew I was / Waiting there.' grabbed my attention and got me thinking about potential and the way the future lies in the present. So here's a little add-on. Because I'm a nerd, I matched the number of syllables in each line. Please add, and let's start to weave story into these ruminations. I look forward to seeing the next post. --eritain
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"one of us waiting there" so that means there are 2? who? and y?
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Why are loquacity, anonymity, and utter lack of taste so well correlated? I'm killing this poem off. Now. Dickwad. --eritain