Update 2

Yeah, so I know I only get about 20 - 30 people who read this each day. But my newer stuff is pretty much shite. The better poetry is from last year. I can't seem to put my thought's down as prose anymore. It could be loss of creativity... loss of imagination... loss of muse... but I don't think it is.

I have come to realize that I don't feel like I felt before. I don't dream like I dreamt before. I don't live like I lived before. I have become accustomed to a mundane lifestyle of processed foods and liquor. I have hit the end of my poetry career before it even started. And for this, I am sorry.

I am not sorry to anyone who reads my poetry, though. I am sorry to myself. I have let myself down in one of the few things that I actually enjoy doing anymore.

I can't stand to write like I used to. It has turned from something I used to explain every feeling I ever had to a venting for hate. I don't feel that I should continue writing until I bring something to the table that is not hate-filled and laced with animosity.

I will not update this blog for a while now. I have begun to concentrate on myself, on my inner happiness.

And now... to relax...

It's about me now, Bitch.

My wheels are spinning
While everyone's grinning
Don't care where I am in 10
Don't care where I am in 20
But by tomorrow I want change
Something needs to be
A little different in me
Something needs to happen
So I can not look back again

I'm done checking my rearview
Everything is all about the future
As of now
I can't stop thinking all these
Thoughts that bring me down
But I know
That I can leave you sitting
There and crying there and I don't care
Anymore.