Really tired,
From the things that go around me.
Need a rest,
To change and let be.

I am tired of work as it is,
When can I get out of this.
Where am I headed,
I feel jaded.

irony of the iron tongue

another round of spewing,
with no apparent reason.
you keep wondering,
why you take the rant.

you calm yourself down,
figure out the thoughts.
and you wonder how,
you can take some more.

the irony is in the aggressor
who claims to be the victim.
sorry I really worry,
as our future looks dim.

A home in cyberspace

it's interesting how,

i can't even talk now.

i have lost the voice,

and it's not a choice.

now the cyberspace,

is the only place,

where i don't feel alone,

where i have found a home.

I need a place to voice my thoughts...

I need a place to shout!

A place to be myself.

I need a place to breath,

A place to escape from grief.

I need a place where someone listens,

A place where I can be free to squeal.

I need this special place for my thoughts,

A place for me to feel.