Sometimes

[Revolte]

Sometimes I shake too much
like a tree in a storm
a big storm
a really big storm
a storm so big that waves dance
above sky scrapers
and kiss the moon.

Sometimes I drink too much
so I can remember
to forget
everything I know
about who I have become
and who I was
when I was loving.

Sometimes I sleep too much
alone or with others
I just met
because it's nice
to feel loved by strangers
for lustful hours
like it's passion.

Sometimes I think too much
when I write poems
or prose
for no good reason
but a bad one
that makes me cry
or cut myself.

Sometimes I do nothing
but stare at patterns
on walls
and wish I wasn't
nude and cold
because sometimes
I'm doing it all.

[Alexander III]

this is beautifull, and I can very much relate to almost every word - the best poem I have seen in a long time here. It really comes from the heart, and you can feel that. Great poem.

[Alexander III]

I must give this another bump as it is sad to see a good poem go unnoticed