talking to myself

June 9, 2012


Filed under: Life — Tags: , , , — crazygina @ 11:11 pm

I want to feel alive, want to feel close to you, close to me

I want to feel alone, close to me, far from you

I want something else, I want something

want want want want want

don’t you want? want want want

what do I want

what you want

you you you you you

I am so alone 

I am so close

so close

so needing 

so wanted

it’s what makes sense

the timing, the feeling, the reality

I am reality 

I am the fantasy

can I live here

can I take you with me?







Synthetically modified

genetically differenciated

I am different

You are different

Have a couple drinks

See a couple shrinks

I can feel my pain

all of our pain is all of their gain

deeds to see

the deeds have been done

can you see the future for me please?

come with me

come to the past

we can make it to the future

I am there.

It’s alright.


June 23, 2009

“25” sentiments….

The feeling of

5 x 5

takes me to the future

the future I have made


my future quickly becomes my past

mistake infused

glee infested

lost pieces of memories

that find themselves

places to hide

moving forward, supposed to leave them behind

but I want to remember

yesterday’s faults

and I want to forgive


the feeling of

5 x 5

takes over

and I just can’t move on.

June 2, 2009

I am

Filed under: Life — Tags: , , , , , — crazygina @ 11:50 am

I am today.
I am tomorrow.
I am yesterday.
I am this morning.
I am this afternoon.
I am tonight.
I am right now.
But I am not you.
I am not me.
Please just let me be.

December 18, 2008

and it

Filed under: Life — Tags: , , — crazygina @ 1:51 pm

it is easy to find
and it’s easy to tell
that tomorrow brings what today left behind
can’t you see it too?
if you can’t…

October 8, 2008

a pirates story….

Filed under: Life, people, poetry, universe — Tags: , , , , , , , — crazygina @ 6:02 pm

Listen to the jingle jangle of the pirates many keys
and the ruckus of the souls who have been unlocked by those keys.
A RECKLESS pirate let them out but never put them back!
Going from door to door out of crazed curiousity
he used and plundered for his own enjoyment.
He wonders why the world hates him so…
Oh what a poor pirate,
wandering the fair seas
with never a home to call his own
With such joy the spirits do lift him up
above those who he has wronged
so he can see
but even the purest of spirits won’t change the pirate because he is
only loyal to himself
Such a sad sight,
the homeless, loveless pirate
If only he could make out the sight of something
true to form
He does not know to keep those souls behind the locked doors.
He sees the shores as his enemies and feels it is his plight
to make sure his work is done
guided by his MIGHT.
The holiest might that screams, RIGHTEOUS, at the same time
Furthering on a timeless ship that hopes to someday
win this fight
only all the seas have made him sick
and alas he cannot see very well

September 14, 2008


Filed under: Life — Tags: , , , , , , , — crazygina @ 10:51 pm

left or wrong

right or right


I have centered myself on something

I don’t know what it is

I don’t know how


I am.


I am alive.

There isn’t much more to ask for.

What else is left

That’s right?

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