Here For The Papers

Guten Morgen

nWie Sie in den Stand flattern.

nSchauend um den Bereich, versuchend, verstehen Sie, was Sie tun müssen.

nWir beide Lächeln an einander

nMit ungeschicktem und UngewissNess.

nSie mit Ihren schönen großen Augen

nUnd reizendes Lächeln.

nIch mit meiner Annehmlichkeit und frohen Widerspruch.

nJeden Tag einige mehr Wörter,

nEinig mehr Lächeln wird ausgetauscht.

nEine bestimmte Freude kommt jeden Tag das

nIch sehe Sie.

nTäglich ist etwas mehr gelehrt.

nWenn Ihre nicht gesehen Ihnen verfehlt werden und mein Tag gerade scheint nicht abschließen.

Written 2013 Jan - June

By Connor C.

Sorry or my bad German :s

Before Bed

Sitting in the sunroom watching the sun
goes behind some tree's.
I grew tired and I need to rest.
Time to get up and make my way to sleep.
Sweet dreams.

June 11/13


Quae Nocent Docent.. . .

Complications

One day I will
Have people I will want
To call.
To do things with.
Maybe have a common interest.
I feel I don't have this.
I have friends but I don't
Feel I can talk to them,
Or they just tolerate me.
So I guess not really friends then.
But I'm told they are friends.
I will take it as I always do.
Closed eyes, opened arms.
One day.
I will find myself and what I want.
I lost myself a long time ago.
I didn't like me. I'm a better man
Now.
I'm tired of all these games.
I'm wanting so much but I can
Never say what it is, but I feel it.
I am self suffering.
I am trying to hurt myself so I can feel.
Push you away.
Leave me alone but hold me as I cry.
I need. . .
I need. . .
Something to ease.
No more pain!

June 02/13



Quae Nocent Docent.. . . All things painful teach us new ways.

End of Me

The last lines of the paper said,
End of me.
What does it mean?
End of me.
Does it mean I cannot continue,
Or does it mean me,they or someone else?
I don't know.
It's just words on the piece of
Paper that is only made out.
End of me.

June 02/13


Quae Nocent Docent.. . .

Side of The Road

I pulled to the side of the road.
Some place I don't know.
The middle of nowhere.
The end of somewhere.
I reached an end.
Traffic raced by and I stood there
Watching the clouds roll in the distance.
The sun breaking through.
Waves of mustard plants growing in
The soft prairies breeze.
There I close my eyes and feel disconnected
From the everyday.
The madness that robs me of my life.
In the silence I found my life.
Breathing, living, happy.
Alive.

June 01/13