A hard days night

This turned out to be a long thread, i would be VERY apprechiative to anyone who will actually read this stuff and to ANY critisims or whatever, tell me if you really like any sertain lines or how i might wright better. i just grabbed my notebook and started typing, i hope this is ok that these are just my rough drafts, i find early unfinished peices to be very interesting but if this section of the forums is more for finished stuff let me know. Sorry if you where expecting a thread that has something to do with the Beatles, ive been listening to alot of music lately. the song A hard days night doesnt even really apply to me, the closest i have to someone making me feel allright is a yappy Bechon Freise . todays my day off of a 6 to 6 night shift on a very difficult assembly line in a very large factory. i walk about 8 kilometers home just to keep sane and thats about all ive been doing the last two weeks, work, walk home and sleep gett up and do it all over again, its been a perfect crappy blend of days, i cant even tell the difference between them. well theirs really not much to do on a day off when theirs a foot of snow melting outside and its 5 in the morning. so i thought i would type up a few of the poems ive written over the last two weeks about my work and what iam feeling. there are a lot of interesting people i work with but really no one that i can really relate to. I am the only person who doesnt go out drinking and permanently stoned in their free time so i really dont have a lot in common with anyone. i dont know how long i will be working here, probably only a few months, after that i will go work for my cousins company building sub-divisions and then back to school in september. not having much to do i have been writing and reading, hopefully i will gett down some interesting stuff, heres what ive done sofar. each section is a seperate poem.

a bed on a floor
closed off by many a door
here lies truth and my life from before
in my dreams like a raven i soar
as i constantly search for what is more
life alone is such a bore
i shall make sure
that i will change for tommor


thoughts of those whove thought
have taught the thought
of those who know not


Skull on my nightstand
pencil in my right hand
direction lies in the minds eye
just because the words are there
doesnt mean that they care
each day will collide
every step you decide
a shallow pool saved from the tide
the creatures are not alone inside
there will the need guide

( i have a beaver skull i found i case anyone was wondering)


Final
Denial
Trial
this will take a while
reconsile
destroy this file
only one hundred thousand more
after this mile
a hundred hands created this tile
set in stone
hardened backbone
sit on your pile
was it all worth while?


the blind moles within their holes
struggle to find a satifactory
allegory for life


One part of this line
making the peices fit on time
i stand in my corner
following this order
something climbing my spine
bending over i gave them mine
no soothing of my pain yet i remain
a few dollars for my time
i had to wait to wright this rhyme
a break would dissapait
production slowed facilitate
that in my heart i am insubordinate
no hate just saddness at those
who need this mistake
this is why i must learn to wait
its painfull letting time and death over take
my body cries this is not my fate.


darkend cab
on a saturday morning
lost words give their warning
fear in their voice
they do what they will
friendship and pleasher
if only for a moment
promise for more
theyd already given up
they found long ago
the easiest way to get high
the past is left to die
they have already been
saddness follows where they will go
they travel down the road
i was left on my own
i wish there was something to spare
the snow flakes coat whatever stops their path
white except for whats benith
and where my hand leaves its heat
street lamps pass over head
making the snow appear
their light cant penetrate
my heart in a darkend state


i tried to be
something new to me
tried to talk
but it wasnt ment to be
iam only me on a quiet walk
some reason i always
am believeing
that this is the season for
me to be leavin


I close my eyes
shut out those lies
i tried
but twisted fates die
i always am thinking
of what was and what could be
this really doesnt feel like me
theres something more
ive felt before but cannot see
like the moment a deer you come across
on a green forest path
a long stare then a sudden flee
i cant trust my heart
but its all thats left in me
ive given it away not expecting anything in return
i didnt get back what i gave
yet its worthless if its saved
too sad for tears
i hope that what i have given
will not be lost
in these joy and sorrow filled years


upturned inkwell
million memories spill
moments ive tried to grasp
gone in a splash
awoke from a dark dream
try and scratch down who ive been
touching each straw thats blown free by the wind
in my mind it is no longer known what ive seen
on my side at quarter to five
thinking about why iam alive
the sun not yet returned
to its place in my sky
tired sigh is my reply
to the voice inside
a persistant cry of
time and space
to where in lies my place
just a taste
of my future fate
for now i wait