There's a term now for the type of poems I write -- emo. Haha. I wrote in my journal that this poem is "a non-sensical amalgam of different ideas in my head that don't cohere." Which is a verbose but accurate description of half of the stuff I write. Oh well~. Anyway, this isn't one of my favorites. I'm horribly out of practice.

#160. "Breaks Me Apart" (02.22.2005)
Desire is nothing without the will to accompany --
The alternative is to suffer in painful inertia,
Until even a step backwards feels like progress.

I'm a creature without will, but with desire to burn,
I want so badly to live and so badly to die --
Unable to do either, I'm more ghost than human.

How long can I watch without joining in?
My soul is probably stronger than I wish it to be --
I'm afraid I could go on like this forever.

I'll wait to see which way the wind will blow me,
I sway in all directions, but I'll never move,
Until something comes and breaks me apart.

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