Waiting For The Green Light

In my hollow
In my holocaust
Waiting for the green light
Standing on the sidewalk
Paralyzed by apathy
Hypnotized by agony
You're not supposed to feel
How much longer are you going to waste
Waiting for the green light?

Emptyhanded, Empty-eyed, Empty Soul

So what?
I don't see it. The light.
For one of the first times in my life.
Even when in the darkest pit of depression, anxiety, of endless questions, of lonely corners... even when blind, even when deaf, even when apathic, there was always something.
Anything I could grab onto and guard with my life. Something to look forward to.
A flare, a star.
A sign of light.
And this time there is none. I don't have the answers to my questions. The antidote for my poision. The company for my corners. The calm for my anxiety.
I have nothing.
I'm scared as hell that we'll be standing on the street, emptyhanded, empty-eyed, empty souls, staring at the pavement, not caring. Forgetting to look up into the sky.
Forgetting we're still alive.
I can't see it.
And you won't show me.
Don't try to guide my path. I can manage getting lost myself. Don't point to your signs. I can misread them myself.
Don't drown me in your dreams.
I can do it myself.
Light or not.
THE POET in the GLASS JAR

Halo Cry

Give them your waves and your perfect smiles.
Give them your looks and your flirty eyes.
Tell them your lies, if just for a while.
All to keep them from seeing you
(cry)

Cry by yourself, cry in the dark.
Walk away from it all, just don't walk too far.
Give them your waves and your perfect smiles.
All to keep them away when you
(cry)

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Just found this oldie in a notepad, it's been a year and a half since I wrote it, but as far as I'm concerned there's no post of it up, so here goes. Enjoy, people.
POET in the JAR

Fix

Someone get me a fix of any kind, I'm being way too fucking emotional right now.
Way too much do I care.
Give me a fix, fix me up, anything.
I'm in hate with my life.

Down, Down

I may have wings
but I'm scared to fly
I may have wings
but I don't see the point
Why should I spend a lifetime
crossing the sky
if you won't join?

If you knew
I was going to stumble
Why did you
try to force me to walk?

Let's face it,
I've got twice of my darkness now

Well you
You came like a whirlwind
And you knew
you were a breeze in my eyes

Let's face it,
I've got twice of my thunder now

Down, down, down, down

I may have wings
but I'm scared to fly
I may have wings
but I don't see the point
Why should I spend a lifetime
crossing the sky
if you won't join?

You whispered
I had already stumbled
You said it all
was inevitable

Let's face it,
I've got twice of my doubts by now

Down, down

I may have wings
but I'm scared to fly
I may have wings
but I don't see the point
Why should I spend a lifetime
crossing the sky
if you won't join?

Is a whisper
of an echo of you
gonna be enough?

Is an echo
of a whisper of you
gonna be enough?

I don't care if I crash down
or if I'll try to fly
I'm still clinging on to you
and that was enough
all awhile.

Swing

I once used to know someone who liked me
I once used to sit in a swing by a tree
I once used to feel the world was mine for me to see
I once used to know how to feel, how to be

But now
as time goes by
And now
as life runs by
I'm no one

I once used to know someone who loved me
I once used to climb every hill, every tree
I once used to feel the world could give something to me
I once used to know how to believe

But now
as time goes by
And now
as life runs by
I'm no one

I'm no one

Ticket Out

Only a quick dropby:
Yesterday, late last night, I did it.
I pulled it off.
I wrote the last, finishing sentence of my novel.
Next step: readthrough, edit, fix, send in.
I don't look beyond that.
Wish me luck, fellas, this piece is my ticket out of here.
Cheers,
says the thoughtful and somehow a bit empty now,
POET in the JAR