A brief collection of brief things

1. My jumbled word won't fill the page
   The actors all have left the stage
   Malignant love will take its toll
   Gilead's hate has cured my soul
   
2. only time will tell
   so the saying goes
   but who told time
   all the secrets it knows?
   
3. where do i belong
   who will hear my song
   you all know my name
   but don’t know who I am
   
4. the world is all the same
   and i don’t have a name
   a face within a crowd
   your opinion’s not allowed
   did anybody guess
   that you would make this mess
   you took me for a ride
   then left me here to die
   my thoughts alone remain
   but i don’t have a name
   
5. I am a square peg at a round hole;
   Wanting to fit in but unable.
   The circles and spheres motion for me to enter.
   “Come in,” they all say, “we’re having such fun!”
   But I’m unable to enter.
   And so I sit and wait for someone to come out to me.
   
6. with the wind in my back
   and the sun in my face
   my heavy eyes close
   and my heavy heart soars
   
7. is it love or is it hate
   that turns your black-heart carousel
   is it chance or is it fate
   that leads me to your door
   
8. You invaded my dreams and conquered my heart.
   I was foolish to resist your onslaught.
   But I was too afraid to lower my defenses.
   Somehow you found the chink in my armor that allowed your love to breach my outer wall.
   I’ve surrendered my heart to you.
   But now it is unclear whether you want the spoils of your victory.
   
   
   Note: Some of these are old and some are new. They are in no particular order.

Out of sight, out of mind: the story of my life (or that's the way it seems)

Last week I came to a disturbing realization. It seems to me that as soon as I have left the presence of my friends, or shortly thereafter, they have a tendency to forget that I exist. When I try to contact them, they don't reciprocate my attempts to keep our friendship alive. I suppose there's probably a logical explanation for it but I can't help but wonder at how little effort it takes these days to keep in touch with friends and yet people don't do it. There are of course exceptions to this and perhaps I should just be grateful for that. On the other hand, some of those friendships which have seemingly fallen by the wayside were those that I cherished most. It's always hardest when I need a friend but can't find one to whom I can turn. I suppose I probably don't have much room to complain about this. It's entirely possible that at some point I've been the one who has forgotten a friend who has tried to reach out to me. I hope that's not the case but I can't be too sure. Eventually, if my attempts at contact go unanswered I begin to fear that I'm just being a nuisance and I stop trying. It's very upsetting to me to realize how often this happens. I suppose that perhaps I get attached far too easily for my own good...