Blank Thoughts

Despondent daydreams


Vacant eyes.

With a closed mouth,

You say to get a clue.

I can see it clearly,

She’s the only girl

you think of,

You see her in everything

like I do with you.

Make believe there isn’t

Light years between us,

But those empty kisses

Keep filling me up

Im bursting at the seams.

My scattered remains on the floor

slowly turn too flowers,

Those are my endless thoughts.

You can pick them apart if you’d like

Do what you want,

I just keep hoping you don’t leave.

Hey darling,

Why don’t you want me?

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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