You know, it's funny. I'm slowly finding out that poets kinda get the shaft here on dA. I mean, I've only write a few times since I've been on here, but I haven't received a single review...is it a comment on my poetry? Do people simple not like it? do they read it and push it aside, or are they simply not reading it? I even wrote a poemab out how I want people to read and comment on my poetry. I mean I want people to say good things about it, but at this point I just want any type of comment even negative! I'm dying here! I mean I've commented on so much on here! I don't know, maybe I'm ranting here...oh well, thanks for reading this.

It's funny, so many of on deviantART have shared a little bit of their souls with me in each beautiful and inspiring piece of art, be it a picture, a panting, a poem or a photo. I think now is time to share a little bit of my soul...
I just want to write a stream of consciousness poem right here on my journal space because the submit a deviation is not working and I need to get all this off my chest right now...
"My mind is swirling like it hasn't done in a very long time...
My hear is feeling heavier than I can remember...
I was up so high for such a long time...
School was going great,
I was in a very exciting and fun puppet play,
I finally was able to be in a relationship with the girl I have loved for 7 years...
but much like most things in my life, the winds change and blow cold...
School is suffering...
The play is becoming more of a burden and a chore than something I want to do...
And she doesn't return my calls...
I know these problems aren't exactly monumental...
But my heart is breaking because I feel so low...
Why aren't I good enough?
Why is the only love I am able to fine either platonic or with people who don't see my face?
Am I so hideous and awkward that I am doomed to never feel love?
Are the loves of past and the memories of a woman's touch the only feelings I am to expect?
Am I doomed to become my greatest roles?
Freaks...
Losers...
"Permanent Transient"
Am I doomed to become Jerry?
Skelly?
Uncle Ernie?
Where can I go?
What can I do?
"I'm not here...
This isn't happening..."
Why do these lyrics keep ringing through my head over and over?
and why are they coupled with "Sometimes I feel just like I'm falling in the Ocean"?
What the hell is happening to me...?"