Okay for all of the crazy disturbed individuals out there who actually do take the time to read my poetry, here's something that came out in scribbles on the back of a page in my notebook. It has no title, because there's no point in trying to give it one.

Sometimes we go
sometimes we stay
sometimes we waste
the day away
but we don't care
and we're okay
"I will never regret
this day"
remember to for-
give the absurd
for having just
the thing you lack
after all it's
just that thing
that you said
you didn't
want back

When I wrote this, I was thinking of putting in the tone of a song, just because that's how I am. I like music, and it's some of the best kind of poetry that I have ever gotten the chance to hear. Or read. Or, someday, write. Music is a part of me, and there's no changing that....[/end ramble]